<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341</id><updated>2011-12-13T11:44:26.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being 13</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-7039955283491392440</id><published>2011-09-22T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:16:36.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start putting pictures of my book up on my blog. Not starting today. Just a heads up. It'll be coming in chapters. Chapter by chapter by chapter. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-7039955283491392440?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/7039955283491392440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=7039955283491392440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7039955283491392440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7039955283491392440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/09/warning.html' title='Warning'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5001594397567909841</id><published>2011-09-19T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:08:01.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I scraped my elbow pretty bad while jumping off of a swing at the park near the Rec. We didn't have a bandage and we were going to the library. I didn't want to get blood on the books so I took a wet-wipe and a hair elastic and wrapped it around the bleeding part. I couldn't cover it all I mean it was all up my arm. My, I had sooo many strange looks! It was almost hilarious! Although since it was on my elbow the hair elastic was cutting off my circulation so I had to pull it quite a bit. Now two days later it is mostly all healed except the part that was bleeding. That part is now a scab that keeps breaking because I move my arm. Soo other than that it's actually kinda funny to think about! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5001594397567909841?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5001594397567909841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5001594397567909841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5001594397567909841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5001594397567909841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/09/cut.html' title='Cut'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-3241426527476540056</id><published>2011-09-17T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T16:25:06.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>School is harder online, but I'm getting used to it. It's kinda hard though not having the teacher to ask when you have a question. Apparently the online school&amp;nbsp; I'm doing is new to Utah. I think the only reason why I'm still doing it is because we get field trips and when we have a live lesson session we can talk to others at my school. For me it is getting easier, and I'm now finishing faster. My favorite thing is my Shakespeare class which is not part of my online, but a class for home-schoolers in my area. Every Thursday we get together talk about what we read, have two presentations,&amp;nbsp; and do some activities. Eventually we'll have rehearsals and put on a play! Yeah! It's really fun, for me at least. So I guess you could say that I don't completely hate home-school anymore, the extra things are really fun! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-3241426527476540056?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/3241426527476540056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=3241426527476540056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3241426527476540056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3241426527476540056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-6943641190983475059</id><published>2011-09-17T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:32:12.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WINr8m-Vao/TnUoqSjB8TI/AAAAAAAAGFc/5ZNTOQTYnYo/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WINr8m-Vao/TnUoqSjB8TI/AAAAAAAAGFc/5ZNTOQTYnYo/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAxjmHDix3Y/TnUounve7pI/AAAAAAAAGFg/svhqiy0gsmg/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TAxjmHDix3Y/TnUounve7pI/AAAAAAAAGFg/svhqiy0gsmg/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7n6gwPtH2Ww/TnUo1VTM_QI/AAAAAAAAGFo/drWMuN8AXzA/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7n6gwPtH2Ww/TnUo1VTM_QI/AAAAAAAAGFo/drWMuN8AXzA/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lN8XDypSLyQ/TnUo7a8-pmI/AAAAAAAAGFs/MOFbLjeGXbk/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lN8XDypSLyQ/TnUo7a8-pmI/AAAAAAAAGFs/MOFbLjeGXbk/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NGI2q43L1f4/TnUpDJetgfI/AAAAAAAAGF0/QRpEPn68DL4/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NGI2q43L1f4/TnUpDJetgfI/AAAAAAAAGF0/QRpEPn68DL4/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rY2MIuSUCiM/TnUpIJUffrI/AAAAAAAAGF4/z2A9p5WDzIc/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rY2MIuSUCiM/TnUpIJUffrI/AAAAAAAAGF4/z2A9p5WDzIc/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McM5CnrDHCY/Tne00SO1pvI/AAAAAAAAGHo/k6M7aHv9mfY/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-McM5CnrDHCY/Tne00SO1pvI/AAAAAAAAGHo/k6M7aHv9mfY/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very happy with these pictures, but they look better in real life. Because some of the colors you can't see when we took the pictures. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-6943641190983475059?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/6943641190983475059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=6943641190983475059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6943641190983475059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6943641190983475059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-pictures.html' title='My Pictures'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6WINr8m-Vao/TnUoqSjB8TI/AAAAAAAAGFc/5ZNTOQTYnYo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-3355404825827964159</id><published>2011-09-14T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T08:18:46.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buried in Ruble</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbfz0MvQxfs/TnDE68WzMlI/AAAAAAAAGFA/v_kKZ1c8ik0/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbfz0MvQxfs/TnDE68WzMlI/AAAAAAAAGFA/v_kKZ1c8ik0/s320/058.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmpaiHgXDIQ/TnDFBCnoPZI/AAAAAAAAGFE/eANBu7Iktzw/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vmpaiHgXDIQ/TnDFBCnoPZI/AAAAAAAAGFE/eANBu7Iktzw/s320/038.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ole7jg9H5MU/TnDFHxXhebI/AAAAAAAAGFM/qvPP_X6VvJk/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ole7jg9H5MU/TnDFHxXhebI/AAAAAAAAGFM/qvPP_X6VvJk/s320/041.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oclBS7ZUdo8/TnDFSzDTd8I/AAAAAAAAGFQ/lTLe7vY7zTM/s1600/085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oclBS7ZUdo8/TnDFSzDTd8I/AAAAAAAAGFQ/lTLe7vY7zTM/s320/085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2aee4XlAuw/TnDFYmIFreI/AAAAAAAAGFU/vt0kZAboNlQ/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T2aee4XlAuw/TnDFYmIFreI/AAAAAAAAGFU/vt0kZAboNlQ/s320/082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anya&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I buried them all. It was awesome Others I didn't know wanted me to bury them also! I had a great time! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-3355404825827964159?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/3355404825827964159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=3355404825827964159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3355404825827964159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3355404825827964159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/09/buried-in-ruble.html' title='Buried in Ruble'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jbfz0MvQxfs/TnDE68WzMlI/AAAAAAAAGFA/v_kKZ1c8ik0/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5796987772629771053</id><published>2011-08-08T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T13:54:47.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAH</title><content type='html'>blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahbla&lt;br /&gt;hblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahb&lt;br /&gt;lahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahb&lt;br /&gt;lahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahbla&lt;br /&gt;hblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahbl&lt;br /&gt;ahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahb&lt;br /&gt;lahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahbl&lt;br /&gt;ahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahbl&lt;br /&gt;ahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahbla&lt;br /&gt;hblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahbl&lt;br /&gt;ahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblabhblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah &lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblabhblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;ahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah &lt;br /&gt;ahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahb&lt;br /&gt;hblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahb&lt;br /&gt;blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;lahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahbl&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; ( And by the way I was saying it the whole time. )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; color: purple;"&gt;BLAH!&lt;span style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: cyan; color: purple;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5796987772629771053?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5796987772629771053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5796987772629771053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5796987772629771053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5796987772629771053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/08/blah.html' title='BLAH'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-7560288595990016019</id><published>2011-07-26T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T12:34:24.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Syrup</title><content type='html'>Recipe&lt;br /&gt;1cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;1cup water&lt;br /&gt;Stir, then let boil.&lt;br /&gt;We were making pancakes for lunch and Kate was set to make the syrup.&amp;nbsp; I come in the living-room from having to change because Joshua has made it his place to declare me "Miss Spit-Up-Rag", and I smell something like burning sugar, I rush into the kitchen and check the syrup, I find burning sugar, creating smoke all over the room. I move the pan off the stove and stir the sugar frantically&amp;nbsp; hoping to help stop the burning sugar. Then mom came in and moved the pan into the sink. While washing the pan Kate explained that she hadn't head mom explain about the 1cup of water part. I thought it was pretty funny that one of the most important parts was the one she forgot! I thought she'd realize that you don't boil sugar. Oh well. It was pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-7560288595990016019?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/7560288595990016019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=7560288595990016019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7560288595990016019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7560288595990016019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/07/syrup.html' title='Syrup'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-6720087766856071732</id><published>2011-07-21T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:26:42.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fastest Kitten Give-Away Known to Man Kind!</title><content type='html'>Sunday our kittens were old enough to go so the three put on reserve we gave away that day. But our Aunt Amy and Uncle Seth had to give the two kittens they had to give them back, because Aunt Amy had a bad allergic reaction and had to give them back.&amp;nbsp; So all we had given so away so far was Blizzard. But the real sale started on Monday we put up an add on KSL, and about thirty minutes later we had some people call and then came about thirty minutes later to pick up two boy kittens.&amp;nbsp; They chose out the two whitest Fluffball and Pipstick, and they told us about why we had Siamese looking boy cats when Twix mated with a grey male cat. Apparently the wife is in vet-tech.&amp;nbsp; Then not too long later another lady called about the kittens she came and took Rachel. And then about twelve hours after we put up the add more people came and took Dusty. Then we had to put as that the kittens were SOLD so we wouldn't get any more calls since we had already had two extras. It was the fastest I'd ever known kittens to be sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIsxkYMYIV4/Tihuf6HgmnI/AAAAAAAAFzI/xPrRqbGLj9c/s1600/125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIsxkYMYIV4/Tihuf6HgmnI/AAAAAAAAFzI/xPrRqbGLj9c/s320/125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is a picture we put on the add. (The kittens would not stay together for more than two seconds) It contains Dusty(The darkest of the boys), Fluffball(the shortest haired boy), Pipstick (The whitest), and Rachel(The only girl, shortest haired, and the only grey one)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-6720087766856071732?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/6720087766856071732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=6720087766856071732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6720087766856071732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6720087766856071732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/07/fastest-kitten-give-away-known-to-man.html' title='Fastest Kitten Give-Away Known to Man Kind!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FIsxkYMYIV4/Tihuf6HgmnI/AAAAAAAAFzI/xPrRqbGLj9c/s72-c/125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-1951571449312150352</id><published>2011-07-20T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:03:53.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow</title><content type='html'>We were doing shapes and colors with Joseph when we got to colors. We showed Joseph the color Red&amp;nbsp; he said, "wed"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Blue. "bue"&lt;br /&gt;Orange. "orang"&lt;br /&gt;Purple. "Yellow"&lt;br /&gt;" No Joey it's purple. Say Purple"&lt;br /&gt;"Yellow"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope"&lt;br /&gt;"Yellow"&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;"Purple"&lt;br /&gt;"Yellow"&lt;br /&gt;"No!" &lt;br /&gt;"Pappul"&lt;br /&gt;Pink. "Yellow"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope"&lt;br /&gt;"Yellow"&lt;br /&gt;"Pink"&lt;br /&gt;"Yellow"&lt;br /&gt;"No!"&lt;br /&gt;"Pink"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah" Go over again. For each one including black he says yellow. We go until he get's it. Which took quite a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-1951571449312150352?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/1951571449312150352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=1951571449312150352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1951571449312150352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1951571449312150352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/07/yellow.html' title='Yellow'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-337975822573162830</id><published>2011-07-09T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T11:07:31.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>So we had just gone to Wheeler Farms with my friend Bonnie and were all heading to get ice cream. Then we got to the Sugar House area and Mom remembered that we needed to get some copics for Fathers Day. So she pulled up to a parking lot and told me and Kate to run in with her debit card to go buy dad 4 copic markers. Of course we wanted to show Bonnie the art store we go to. So when me, Kate, and Bonnie walked in she was amazed at how much art supplies there was. Kate asked a worker if we could see the copics. He led us over and showed us and so we picked out four and went to the cash register. When we got there we handed them to the lady, she wrung them up and then said that it'd be $24. We handed her&amp;nbsp; mom's debit card. She turned around to her co workers and asked, "Do we ID little girls?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?" said&amp;nbsp; one of the two co-workers&lt;br /&gt;"Do we ID little girls using a credit card?" she asked again.&lt;br /&gt;"Debit" I said.&lt;br /&gt;The co-workers stared in utter silence at us until one.... Shrugged his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;"Just put it under Diane Robertson," Kate said interrupting the silence.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Do you have the pin?" the lady inquired.&lt;br /&gt;" Yes I do," I said.&lt;br /&gt;We finished paying and walked out the with confused and suspicious stares following us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TRUE STORY!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-337975822573162830?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/337975822573162830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=337975822573162830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/337975822573162830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/337975822573162830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/07/shopping-for-fathers-day.html' title='Shopping for Fathers Day'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-3350003329901533929</id><published>2011-06-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T12:38:33.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>So I went to my friend Stephenie's&amp;nbsp; birthday party the plan was to go to her house for dinner and then go to Raging Waters and go swimming. So when I got there I was the second person and my friend gave us a tour of her house until people arrived. When at least almost everybody was there we went outside and started eating. Dinner was orange soda, pizza, jelly beans, and pretzels. I took a slice of the pizza so I wasn't rude. Almost immediately after we had started everyone arrive who were for sure coming. There were six of us: me, Stephanie, Kylie, Emily, Kate, and Maddie. While eating we had some odd conversations, but what do you expect when all of us are very random gals. She said you don't have to bring a gift. And of course, we ALL DID. It was getting chilly out and the sky was a deep gray. All of us were at least kinda worried about if we really would go swimming. When we all had finished Stephenie's mom brought out the presents. None were huge but all were small expensive or not. When she pulled out mine she showed everyone my doodles. My face fell in my hands. She did think they were good. Although I didn't. Then she opened the card. I think she liked it, but she was ecstatic that she got money so she could buy what she wanted. When she had finished opening they brought out the cheesecake with 8 candles although it was 5 candles short. We lit them were singing happy birthday when a wind blew them out, but they blazed back up. When she blew them out the parents were wondering why they didn't light back up. Apparently they were those trick candles. I think it was just too windy outside. After that we split up into two cars and headed to Raging Waters. I was in a car with Stephanie's mom, Emily, Kate and myself. We talked and played the alphabet game. When we got to Raging waters we stopped before going in. Stephanie's parents talked about if it were too cold. And of course it was so we decided to go to the Classic Fun Center. It took about 40 min. to get to Layton from SLC. When we got to the Classic Fun Center since it was for a birthday party we got to get a special room to just party in. Stephanie's mom got us some lemonade and pixie-sticks. For and hour we just danced, drank soda, sang, ate, and we partied. But during the first 15-30min. some boys kept bugging us. After an hour of partying and Kylie telling the annoying unknown boys that she hates them, them asking why her saying she just does, partying, more partying, etc. We went to play laser tag. We were doing teams. Me and Stephanie were on opposite teams and accidentally banged into each other. During that her gun hit my cheek and still it hurts when I talk, smile, frown, etc. After that I was at her back. So just when she was about to shoot somebody her gun wouldn't work,and apparently she'd been shot.. That was all my revenge. After a fun game of laser tag where my team won (YES!!) we went back to the room to party some more. There we found that somebody had been in, drunken the Root Beer, messed with our stuff and left the door open. We were upset! But we decided to try and shrug it off, so we partied some more. :) Soon we were all tired out and decided to do some games. So we got some tokens, and played some games. Two games cheated me so I told the a person who worked there about it he went over fixed it but had to pull out some tickets in order to. Then the machine finally gave me my tickets, and then he gave me the extras. I was happy going up to claim my prize(s). I got a friendship necklace and a popper thing, and then let Stephanie pick one. She picked the popper thing. Finally it was time to go home. We got in the same cars and they drove us home. On finding my house we got lost for about 5min.and then we found our way again. When I got home I said goodbye. They left and I was happy again. And it was about 9:30. It was very fun! &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-3350003329901533929?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/3350003329901533929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=3350003329901533929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3350003329901533929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3350003329901533929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/06/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5574826976203049608</id><published>2011-06-16T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:33:46.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doodling Problems</title><content type='html'>My doodling problems are getting worse, and I don't know what to do. Even my teachers could tell. If I forgot my name on a paper they could tell because of the doodles. Now I was making a card for my friends birthday so &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I put it in an envelope. It was plain white. Plain WHITE! To plain for a birthday envelope if you ask me! So I added a small drawing, and then it became bigger and bigger. Until the whole envelope was drawn and colored. Now what do I do? Mom says it's fine, but I think it's at least a tad bit out of control. Okay. Okay. A big problem. But what do I do? Help me out! (Or just agree with mom)I'm thinking I might just leave it, but I don't know. We'll see how my friend reacts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5574826976203049608?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5574826976203049608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5574826976203049608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5574826976203049608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5574826976203049608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/06/doodling-problems.html' title='Doodling Problems'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-2831717314072798342</id><published>2011-06-14T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:03:27.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>books and movies that I would recommend (mostly for girls)</title><content type='html'>Books:&lt;br /&gt;Tsubasa (so far), Ella Enchanted, The Fairy Returns and other stories, Fairest, Ever, Encounter at Easton, The&amp;nbsp;Witch of Blackbird Pond, Fablehaven,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Romeo and Juliet, The Prydain Chronicles, The True Confessions of&amp;nbsp;Charlotte&amp;nbsp;Doyle, Howl's Moving Castle, &amp;nbsp;Holes, Calvin and Hobbes, Foxtrot&lt;br /&gt;Movies:&lt;br /&gt;The Place Promised in Our Early Days, Tsubasa(so far), Avatar (cartoons),Knight and Day, How to Train Your Dragon, Howls Moving Castle, Spirited Away, Nausica of the Valley of the Wind, Castle in the sky, Tangled, World of Quest, Johnny Test, Megamind, Black Beauty, Green Hornet, Tron&lt;br /&gt;Some things I can't remember so this is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-2831717314072798342?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/2831717314072798342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=2831717314072798342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/2831717314072798342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/2831717314072798342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/06/books-and-movies-that-i-would-recommend.html' title='books and movies that I would recommend (mostly for girls)'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-1692982734909355505</id><published>2011-06-09T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:58:37.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of School</title><content type='html'>On the last day of school I got up at the normal time got on the bus and went to school with my homemade-poor-excuse-for-a-yearbook. Once we got there I went to sit with my friends because school started 30min. later than normal. Looking around I noticed I was the the only one dressed up and and one of the only ones happy.I left to explore for a bit, saw another friend and asked him, Why?&amp;nbsp; He replied that no one really ever dressed up and that most people were sad that school still wasn't over yet. In my opinion you should make the last day the best day, and I told him that. Sitting back down with my other friends I asked what we should do while waiting for the others. Since there were only four of us so far we decided to skip down the halls singing, "We're off to see the wizard the wonderful wizard of Oz!" I kinda looked like Dorothy so we said I was her, Lizzy was Toto, Emily was the scarecrow, and Kylie was a very very cowardly protesting coward who we had to drag. We skipped down three of the four halls singing, and in one hall past Emily's brother. Whom I was certain was very embarrassed. Finally it was time to go to our classes, and we all departed our separate ways to our first period classes where we were all supposed to meet before the assembly and while waiting for yearbooks. While there in Ms. Jones portable we mingled until it was time for the assembly, where we were stuck on the bleachers for about 2-3 hours. After that we went back into the classroom and got yearbooks if you paid for one. Which I hadn't. Then we started signing while waiting for them to call us to the cafeteria for everyone to sign them.. I had only planned to get friends and that is what I was doing. I kept refusing this one guy who is creepy and wouldn't leave me be. So while I was signing one of my friends he signed mine! What a jerk! So since one creep had already signed it I changed my plan to trying to get my whole class to sign it. Which unfortunately meant talking to people I don't know, and scariest of all asking Micah to sign my poor excuse. I already had all my friends so I started asking others. One guy to up a whole page writing his name and Justin Bieber is gay. I was not too happy about that considering I don't care about the Justin Bieber thing, and he took up a whole page! A whole page for a short note! Then after I had one more person sign I turned around and came to face Micah. I swear I blushed so badly, and I'm still embarrassed. The luckiest part is I didn't have to say a thing. He handed me his and I handed him mine. I was relieved. After signing his and getting mine back I had to ask one more person.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Judo will you sign mine?"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't do it Ruth!"A classmate warned.&lt;br /&gt;"Why", I asked handing Judo mine. Apparently what Judo did to mine he did&amp;nbsp; to everyone's. He kissed the paper and then handed it back.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks,"I said kinda disgusted."Blake I probably should have listened to you,"I admitted.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes you should have," he said.&lt;br /&gt;Finally they called us down, but we didn't go to the cafeteria. Looking around I found my friends. We all signed each others. Then I found my eighth grade friends and had them sign it too. Then my cheerleading friends and others. Our bus didn't come till 1:00, and we didn't get lunch! How strange is that! Oh well it was really fun. Except the lunch part. It was a good day. And it was funny, becuase on the bus me and Lizzy read what people wrote in our yearbooks, and Lizzy was kinda jealous that I got signatures from both her crushes, and then we saw them walk past the bus. I pointed them out and Lizzy looked out. Turned around and blushed. Heh! Heh! Heh!:) Yes it was a mostly good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-1692982734909355505?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/1692982734909355505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=1692982734909355505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1692982734909355505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1692982734909355505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-of-school.html' title='Last day of School'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-8235290410106507199</id><published>2011-06-09T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:12:11.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PlIwD_B3oBc/TfDid93a1zI/AAAAAAAAFrI/JLuVWUM3MmY/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PlIwD_B3oBc/TfDid93a1zI/AAAAAAAAFrI/JLuVWUM3MmY/s400/019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQhwVvHRVFQ/TfDikz6VokI/AAAAAAAAFrM/0SLACZL46jI/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SQhwVvHRVFQ/TfDikz6VokI/AAAAAAAAFrM/0SLACZL46jI/s400/018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ao5Z6bQsk0/TfDiqWXM7VI/AAAAAAAAFrU/324csu4MY5E/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ao5Z6bQsk0/TfDiqWXM7VI/AAAAAAAAFrU/324csu4MY5E/s400/024.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-8235290410106507199?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/8235290410106507199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=8235290410106507199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8235290410106507199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8235290410106507199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/06/kitties.html' title='Kitties'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PlIwD_B3oBc/TfDid93a1zI/AAAAAAAAFrI/JLuVWUM3MmY/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-6666456074343313871</id><published>2011-06-06T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:25:40.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twix had kittens!!!!!!!!!! :)</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at about 5 o'clock 6 o'clockish we saw Twix outside, but she wasn't pregnant. We looked for the kittens for about an hour following Twix and searching, so we brought Twix inside, and eventually she went back out. Kate saw her go over the cat-hating-only-Spanish-speaking-grumpy-neighbors-fence. Kate got me and I brought up a chair to the fence so we could see. For a&amp;nbsp; minute we couldn't find her, but then I spotted her near some boards. We got down and moved the chair closer to that area. When we got back up Twix was still there but we couldn't see her. So we got dad, and then Kate stayed inside for a minute to eat while&amp;nbsp; I showed dad. Dad didn't believe me that Twix was there because all you could see now was the rustling grass, and demanded to know if Kate had seen her there. I got Kate and she said she had, so we went and knocked on their door. The anticipation and test to my Spanish speaking was hopefully gone. I even prayed that they were gone, and guess what. They were.........................gone!!!!!! :) So Kate climbed over they're fence, went by where I had spotted Twix, and FOUND TWIX WITH HER KITTENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!:) :) :) :) :)&amp;nbsp; We brought her and her kittens back and now they're in the washroom. Mostly the kittens eat, sleep, and pee in the bed. Twix lays around purring stretching and feeding her kits. There are five kittens in whole, 4 white and 1 gray. We have no idea how she had four white cats, because we only with a gray cat and I'm positive that she mated with Shadow. We're positive all the white ones are boys and pretty sure the gray one's a girl. Their&amp;nbsp; names are:&amp;nbsp; Pip-stick, Fluff-ball, Blizzard, Dusty, and Rachel. And of course all they white ones look a lot alike so we have ways to tell them apart. Blizzard is the whitest and so far the smallest. Pip-stick has one side of her tail gray and the other white, she's also the second whitest. Fluff-ball is the fluffiest, has a stripey tail, and the second most greyest of the whites. Dusty looks like he had a small dusting of dust applied to him and is the second fluffiest and is the plainest.. Rachel just looks like her mom. They're so sweet and I wish I had a picture to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-6666456074343313871?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/6666456074343313871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=6666456074343313871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6666456074343313871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6666456074343313871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/06/twix-had-kittens.html' title='Twix had kittens!!!!!!!!!! :)'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-903853290050945905</id><published>2011-05-14T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T12:21:30.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>Me and Kate hosted a party last night I think it went well. First we talked, went to the park, and played games. After that we went to the REC center and swam for a long time. It was fun but they had a zillion rules. And it seemed like the lifeguards just blew the whistle every 1 minute. After that we went home and went to the park again, we played an out of water game of Pomp. The whole neighborhood seemed to joined. Then we had spaghetti for dinner. Then we played what if their was a lot of revenge ones it was funny. Then we had floats and watched Tangled while doing blind makeovers, only one person looked normal. Then everyone went home it was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-903853290050945905?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/903853290050945905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=903853290050945905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/903853290050945905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/903853290050945905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/05/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5270368200136981780</id><published>2011-05-14T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T12:08:37.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>I'm glad. I finished my CRT's for English and Science. In eighth period we're learning about assembly lines and were each given a job, and table spots. No one let me do my job or go to my table spot so I just had to talk to my friend. Micah talked to me about the CRT's. I'm putting on a play in English instead of writing a report. I have more friends in math, and I sit behind some of my eighth grade friends.&amp;nbsp; My friends came over to my party. I had a great day Thursday.&amp;nbsp; And so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5270368200136981780?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5270368200136981780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5270368200136981780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5270368200136981780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5270368200136981780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/05/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5273611448951435148</id><published>2011-04-20T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:24:58.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Progress</title><content type='html'>I am proud of myself I've completed all of faith and divine nature. I've also finished 3 in individual worth, 3 in knowledge, and 1 in choice and accountability. Which in my opinion is pretty good, and it's only been&amp;nbsp; a year. My friend Bonnie finished hers right after she turned fourteen. I hope that I'll be able to do that too. In fact in I've done about 5 in the last few weeks. So right now I'm pretty happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5273611448951435148?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5273611448951435148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5273611448951435148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5273611448951435148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5273611448951435148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/04/personal-progress.html' title='Personal Progress'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-6323334102878454024</id><published>2011-04-18T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T17:43:10.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today has been a strange day during Kitchen we were making caramel when the fire alarm in the school went off. It wasn't a drill, and it was raining outside. Right as it rang some boiling caramel splashed in my eye. It was a hard haily windy rain. When we came back in the caramel was getting cold. Then we had an assembly that the teachers barely knew anything about. In English I Brought some of an MRE. I thought I'd get a lot of weird looks but instead I got a lot of questions. In Science we just learned about a test on Wednesday. Math is math no matter what it's just weird. In Exploring Tech. the normal teasing guy kept teasing me, then was the test review. After that he came up to me asked a teasing question, I ignored. Then another guy came asked the same question I was surprised. That was odd. But then another guy came and again asked the same question shocked and scared I screamed quietly. Was what Shantel said that a whole ton of people knew I liked him true? I'm am at this point officially scared. Then a guy came up and asked me, "You like Micah?" I sat my head down on the table in defeat. At home home I was happily making a smoothie when what do you know a freezing Lemon's juices hit my other eye. Ouch and it still hurts from hours ago. Sometimes&amp;nbsp; I wish I could disappear, but still today was funnish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-6323334102878454024?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/6323334102878454024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=6323334102878454024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6323334102878454024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6323334102878454024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-7449581517525462012</id><published>2011-04-12T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T15:06:20.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k46St6XHEFA/TaTKySBtYPI/AAAAAAAAFbM/sAgFvqc499A/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k46St6XHEFA/TaTKySBtYPI/AAAAAAAAFbM/sAgFvqc499A/s200/046.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have snow in APRIL! SNOW IN APRIL! Now you can totally tell we are not in Kansas anymore. I mean have you ever heard of snow in April. It just confuses me. Especially when it's a repeated blizzard. Man this is crazy. Hot cold hot cold that's all the weather's been like. It's kinda like spring and winter are fighting over the weather in Utah. Oh well guess we'll have to wait out this crazy weather. Wondering how warm it must be in Kansas.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-7449581517525462012?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/7449581517525462012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=7449581517525462012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7449581517525462012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7449581517525462012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/04/snow.html' title='SNOW!!!!!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k46St6XHEFA/TaTKySBtYPI/AAAAAAAAFbM/sAgFvqc499A/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4535342102796404314</id><published>2011-04-12T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:56:44.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Bountiful Baskets Collection of the WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrjO5YMh1vM/TaTJEKm8puI/AAAAAAAAFbA/ptr_dzsIe6Y/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrjO5YMh1vM/TaTJEKm8puI/AAAAAAAAFbA/ptr_dzsIe6Y/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was everything we got from bountiful baskets we got Saturday, and we've got only a few frozen strawberries left and most of the others to ripe although the starfruit was good and now gone. The little thing in the bag behind the apples is vanilla, and the bag behind the limes is mint. I think you can guess the rest.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxjzEoC-EaQ/TaTJLWhn9mI/AAAAAAAAFbE/3asycX0lJ1I/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxjzEoC-EaQ/TaTJLWhn9mI/AAAAAAAAFbE/3asycX0lJ1I/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me with my lettuce fan. Or a fan made from a lettuce piece that fell of.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4535342102796404314?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4535342102796404314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4535342102796404314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4535342102796404314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4535342102796404314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-bountiful-baskets-collection-of.html' title='Our Bountiful Baskets Collection of the WEEK'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrjO5YMh1vM/TaTJEKm8puI/AAAAAAAAFbA/ptr_dzsIe6Y/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4702498106358719049</id><published>2011-04-04T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:12:05.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschooling</title><content type='html'>I really don't want to but I guess I'll have to&lt;br /&gt;BE HOMESHCOOLED.&lt;br /&gt;I say I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;they say I have to&lt;br /&gt;UGH.&lt;br /&gt;My friends are mostly leaving&lt;br /&gt;that kinda destroys my point but still&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HAVE TO&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4702498106358719049?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4702498106358719049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4702498106358719049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4702498106358719049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4702498106358719049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/04/homeschooling.html' title='Homeschooling'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5090053660032027156</id><published>2011-04-04T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:07:47.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PTC or PCT</title><content type='html'>We were learning about genes in science, so we had to taste this stuff called PTC or PCT can't remember. Some people actually can't taste it. Me I can taste just not as bad or fast as most people. Tastes a little better than Vegemite. To me at least. Every one at my table could taste it except me. One guy described it as tasting like cat barf then a dog at that and then pooping it out and both animals barfing on that. Me and this other guy agreed that it tasted like to much salt(smoked) and mixed with a chemical. I thought I'd never taste anything like that again until my mom make ice-cream with our blender. It was good but had this nasty after taste. I couldn't figure out what it tasted like until I remembered PTC or PCT whichever it was. Mom nor most of my siblings tasted anything. And I'm still trying to find out what tasted like PTC or PCT whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5090053660032027156?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5090053660032027156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5090053660032027156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5090053660032027156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5090053660032027156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/04/ptc-or-pct.html' title='PTC or PCT'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5287672580061522666</id><published>2011-04-02T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T19:35:20.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Swear Word</title><content type='html'>"Blah. Blah. Blah. I swear," Mom&amp;nbsp; was saying.&lt;br /&gt;Then Adam popped in, "Mom you just swore."&lt;br /&gt;"What did I say," asked Mom?&lt;br /&gt;" I swear, and that's a swear word," replied Adam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5287672580061522666?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5287672580061522666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5287672580061522666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5287672580061522666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5287672580061522666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/04/swear-word.html' title='The Swear Word'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-459268383860310426</id><published>2011-04-02T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:15:53.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem 3</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Haikus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowing with twisting&lt;br /&gt;syllables crawling from&lt;br /&gt;the deepest of minds&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; By: Ruth Robertson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-459268383860310426?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/459268383860310426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=459268383860310426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/459268383860310426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/459268383860310426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/04/poem-3.html' title='Poem 3'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5929248736183172616</id><published>2011-03-30T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T18:52:35.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Words</title><content type='html'>Some fun nonsense words to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;smiggle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;confus-ed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scittlicious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;peoples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;monolicuos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ni&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;randomocity &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;olli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nonsense (in my opinion is a nonsense word)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5929248736183172616?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5929248736183172616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5929248736183172616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5929248736183172616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5929248736183172616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-words.html' title='Random Words'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-958530418259702875</id><published>2011-03-29T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:07:18.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem 2</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read breasted scoundrel&lt;br /&gt;bobbing up and down in the cool air&lt;br /&gt;hobbling on the ground the&lt;br /&gt;choir and music maker&lt;br /&gt;yearning to go south&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By: Ruth Robertson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-958530418259702875?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/958530418259702875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=958530418259702875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/958530418259702875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/958530418259702875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/03/poem-2.html' title='Poem 2'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-9116656006545416556</id><published>2011-03-29T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T16:00:30.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark&lt;br /&gt;colorless night &lt;br /&gt;the absorber of light&lt;br /&gt;is I&lt;br /&gt;achromatic&lt;br /&gt;a hue-less color of lasting &lt;br /&gt;darkness&lt;br /&gt;never ceasing&lt;br /&gt;burning&lt;br /&gt;a gleam, shine, flash&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;br /&gt;meaning&lt;br /&gt;noble achievements&lt;br /&gt;experienced and aged&lt;br /&gt;mourning and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;tragic, death, mean and unloving&lt;br /&gt;luck good and bad&lt;br /&gt;I've many&lt;br /&gt;hues&lt;br /&gt;carbon, charcoaol&lt;br /&gt;obsidian, midnight, ivory, ebony,onyx&lt;br /&gt;and many many more&lt;br /&gt;I'm an elegant&lt;br /&gt;mysterious&lt;br /&gt;sophisticated expert&lt;br /&gt;a scoundrel, an outcast&lt;br /&gt;I'm many and&lt;br /&gt;I'm one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By: Ruth Robertson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-9116656006545416556?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/9116656006545416556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=9116656006545416556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/9116656006545416556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/9116656006545416556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/03/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-1574609315651450996</id><published>2011-03-29T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:42:49.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaky Diapers</title><content type='html'>This Sunday mom asked me to change Joshua's diaper.&lt;br /&gt;"Mom do I have to? Becuase whenever I change a diaper it's always leaky!" &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Yes you do."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; "Fine!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Guess what? The diaper was leaky. Yup! It always seems to happen to me. I wonder how that'l&amp;nbsp; work out when I grow up. Oh well. It's kinda ironic though. That whenever I change a poopy diaper that it's usually leaky. I've probably had to change like 3 that weren't, but that's like 3 out of 24. I'm just praying it doesn't happen for a while again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-1574609315651450996?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/1574609315651450996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=1574609315651450996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1574609315651450996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1574609315651450996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/03/leaky-diapers.html' title='Leaky Diapers'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5596045756033378712</id><published>2011-03-29T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:32:58.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mif3UHSEgVs/TZJPYKgJ_lI/AAAAAAAAFUI/Mc8ixoKD3Q0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mif3UHSEgVs/TZJPYKgJ_lI/AAAAAAAAFUI/Mc8ixoKD3Q0/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom says I look a lot like Grandma, but really I think it's just our cheeks and eye shapes. But I could be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5596045756033378712?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5596045756033378712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5596045756033378712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5596045756033378712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5596045756033378712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/03/look-like.html' title='Look Like'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mif3UHSEgVs/TZJPYKgJ_lI/AAAAAAAAFUI/Mc8ixoKD3Q0/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4257602401592016989</id><published>2011-03-24T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:17:25.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BLrlAszU9Qk/TYv5nFHI2UI/AAAAAAAAFSo/B4NXboGfkNM/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BLrlAszU9Qk/TYv5nFHI2UI/AAAAAAAAFSo/B4NXboGfkNM/s320/038.JPG" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I turned 13 Tuesday.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hm71SMJh-ME/TYv5t0Hw_ZI/AAAAAAAAFSs/olUyaP6BUOw/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hm71SMJh-ME/TYv5t0Hw_ZI/AAAAAAAAFSs/olUyaP6BUOw/s320/049.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had cake and ice cream. It was all very good. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NYbTF7bJVZk/TYv51s2racI/AAAAAAAAFS4/ZBQOq7uAi5E/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-NYbTF7bJVZk/TYv51s2racI/AAAAAAAAFS4/ZBQOq7uAi5E/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved all my presents from everyone. School went fine, but I jammed my finger. It's feeling better now but it still hurts. All in all I had a blast!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4257602401592016989?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4257602401592016989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4257602401592016989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4257602401592016989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4257602401592016989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/03/13.html' title='13'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-BLrlAszU9Qk/TYv5nFHI2UI/AAAAAAAAFSo/B4NXboGfkNM/s72-c/038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4612953738571760234</id><published>2011-03-17T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:08:38.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School 2</title><content type='html'>Now it seems everyone knows I like Micah. Everyone guesses right. AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! More than one person who friends with him has asked me, and then saw my face go red and said yep you do. I can't help blushing. Why are they asking anyway? Micah already knows I like him because of my old friend Tory. This is semester two in School. I now have Utah studies and Ms. Jones gives us pounds of home work just like Mr. Rohwer. In Exploring Tech.we're making boomerang's and hot air-balloon's. It's fun. Tory who didn't mean to make it obvious that I like him thinks Micah likes me. I wonder... Oh well, back to business. The musical was awesome we (the cast members) got snacks during the plays in the backroom. Of course I was a who. All the guys who weren't Horton or Jojo had to be monkey boys also. Now Dad and Grandma are calling Micah monkey-boy. How embarrassing?! so I guess you could say school's going good I mean I have all A's so it's all good. Besides crushes and stuff like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4612953738571760234?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4612953738571760234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4612953738571760234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4612953738571760234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4612953738571760234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-2_17.html' title='School 2'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-2120722387216375943</id><published>2011-03-11T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:21:55.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School 2</title><content type='html'>Well school has defiantly increased in difficulty. Today in Utah studies we had our first map test. It was easier than expected. In English we had a Greek Latin Root Words Test, also easier than expected. Finally I talked to the guy I liked. Yes! Things are hard though. My Utah Studies teacher gives us a lot of assignments in little time. So yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-2120722387216375943?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/2120722387216375943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=2120722387216375943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/2120722387216375943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/2120722387216375943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/03/school-2.html' title='School 2'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5577706069136908097</id><published>2011-03-11T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T15:19:20.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Valentines School Day.</title><content type='html'>I had a weird valentines day at school. As you know I had more luck giving my valentines out to relatives and on the bus than in school to my friends. One friend thought they were all funny. Yeah, so well I got a cupcake, chocolate, nerds from friends, and others from relatives. Well at school there was this thing where you could send people either flowers or chocolate for $1.50. They would deliver the things in 8th period. Me and my friend Tayvia who had moved here in the middle of the school year didn't expect to get anything,so when they called our names it took a while to realize what had happened. Looking at the note I thought it was probably from one of my friends, but actually now I can't find out who it's from. (I got a white flower and Tayvia got a pink. My other friend really wanted white so I traded her.) Tayvia got one that said, "From: Jeff Adams". We were guessed at who it was really from. Mr. Haws heard us guessing and came over.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I know who Jeff Adams is. Want me to show you," asked Mr. Haws?&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," Tayvia replied thinking it was a joke, "Ruth."&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Haws is really getting it."&lt;br /&gt;"Getting what?"&lt;br /&gt;" A picture book. He asked me if I wanted to know who Jeff Adams is. I said yes, and now he's really going to show me."&lt;br /&gt;"Where is he?"&lt;br /&gt;"Over there." There he was at the door looking through a picture book, trying to find the right page.Coming toward us he said," Ah here it is, this is when he was in 8th grade so now he's in ninth." Me and Tayvia looked at each other with wide eyes.&lt;br /&gt;"I bet it's from someone else," said me, Tayvia, and Mr. Haws all together.&lt;br /&gt;"He's so hot," Julia squealed! It turned out to actually be from him. Apparently he sent a ton to different girls (including 2 other friends) to get the them to like him or something like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5577706069136908097?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5577706069136908097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5577706069136908097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5577706069136908097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5577706069136908097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/03/weird-valentines-school-day.html' title='Weird Valentines School Day.'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-3547580164161018735</id><published>2011-02-15T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T18:40:22.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztAe-wyr8s8/TVs4P2sAt5I/AAAAAAAAFGg/ixpbDEeFlkE/s1600/Ruths+Valentines+2011+004+copy+2+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztAe-wyr8s8/TVs4P2sAt5I/AAAAAAAAFGg/ixpbDEeFlkE/s400/Ruths+Valentines+2011+004+copy+2+copy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My valentines&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A1FPwsY-Avs/TVs4ktalGqI/AAAAAAAAFGk/3GwpvB-ygB4/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A1FPwsY-Avs/TVs4ktalGqI/AAAAAAAAFGk/3GwpvB-ygB4/s400/078.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kate's valentines&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This year me and Kate made our own valentines. I gave up on giving them to friends before first period. oh well. In my opinion their awesome. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-3547580164161018735?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/3547580164161018735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=3547580164161018735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3547580164161018735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3547580164161018735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ztAe-wyr8s8/TVs4P2sAt5I/AAAAAAAAFGg/ixpbDEeFlkE/s72-c/Ruths+Valentines+2011+004+copy+2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4221429334474088075</id><published>2011-01-22T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:31:29.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joshua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TTt040vGPGI/AAAAAAAAFAo/ZZVzbV6Pp2c/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TTt040vGPGI/AAAAAAAAFAo/ZZVzbV6Pp2c/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Monday Lil' Joshua was born. And guess what the middle name I first thought of for him is his middle name! Yeah! Sorry kinda excited. I was the last one beside Joseph to hold Joshua. He was so cute, and had long thin fingers and toes. So far I haven't had to change his diaper. Hallelujah! My friend Bonnie thought he was just adorable. I have to agree. He's so soft small squishy and cute! Just like a teddy. You know I think he has Kate's frown along with Anya. I don't know about his weight or size, but people keep asking me. It's kinda funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4221429334474088075?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4221429334474088075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4221429334474088075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4221429334474088075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4221429334474088075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/01/joshua.html' title='Joshua'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TTt040vGPGI/AAAAAAAAFAo/ZZVzbV6Pp2c/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5146928553801931079</id><published>2011-01-02T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:46:50.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe we have to go back to school already! It's CRAZY! You here me CRAZY! Oh well here are some of the semester followings...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 1.He smiled at me the guy I like smiled at me. Sometime later I said hi to him, but my voice cracked up and he looked at me. So very embarrassing. That same day I asked him about our real math teacher who was coming back. He answered saying he heard that our algebra 1 teacher was nice. I don't know why but I was happy I even talked to him. I also found out that my friend Katlin has a crush on the same guy I like. That didn't surprise me, because all of my friends have seem to like the same guy I at one point. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 2. My English teacher is nuts! He made us write three stories at once all do on the same day. Ain't that insane!!! I had two stories done, but my third would not save. So my teacher gave me more time and said to finish it at home and send it to him. i ran to the computer lab when I finished my lunch, but the door was locked so I couldn't send it. Guess I'll have to tell him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 3.The district is also weird, I mean because they make us go to school when they've been 300 crashes. They also make us go to school with two feet of snow. I mean that's not so thoughtful. My nice gym teacher was on her way home from work/school when she got in a car accident, and can't come back to school for a while. she can't because she can't pick anything up and it's hard for her to breathe. We had a really mean sub who wouldn't let us get a drink of water after we ran for two days. Then we got our nice sub again. I asked my art teacher about it, and she agrees with me that it's crazy. Apparently she lives in Sandy which is even harder. So yeah weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; 4. Our real math teacher came back from the military. I was scared because of my fifth grade teacher who was in the army. He was okay until the end of the year when he went crazy. But this teacher turned out to be super nice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt; Well have to go more happenings later.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5146928553801931079?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5146928553801931079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5146928553801931079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5146928553801931079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5146928553801931079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/01/school.html' title='School!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-8626608090611414775</id><published>2011-01-01T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:45:48.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emergency!</title><content type='html'>Emergency! Emergency! Emergency! Emergency! Mom needs to stop working! Alert! Alert! Mom stop washing dishes! Emergency! Emergency! Help! Help! Aahhh!&amp;nbsp; Gonna get in trouble! Emergency! Emergency! Mom please read this so you will have a moment to stop! Gonna get in trouble if she doesn't stop now! Emergency! Emergency! &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: x-large;"&gt;EMERGENCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-8626608090611414775?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/8626608090611414775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=8626608090611414775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8626608090611414775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8626608090611414775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2011/01/emergency.html' title='Emergency!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-247850494371375945</id><published>2010-09-14T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:54:52.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>You know what they say the First day's the worst day. Totally true. Second is the best. Sort of true. The food is awesome. Classes and teachers? Awesome. Especially in art. I eat lunch with my best friends Lizzy and Danielle. I have a crush on this boy named Mica. Because of the bus I swear I'm going to be depth by the time school's&amp;nbsp; out. Nothing new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-247850494371375945?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/247850494371375945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=247850494371375945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/247850494371375945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/247850494371375945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/09/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4121789502943307178</id><published>2010-09-14T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:56:33.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Thing About Young Womens</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;The Saturday before school we went tubing. On&amp;nbsp; the way there one of the tubes blew out of the truck while we were on the highway. One of the guys piloting the boat got out, ran across the highway and ran back. We all took a deep deep deep breath. It was so fun but hurtful on the tube. By the time I stopped my back hurt. When I was on the tube gallons and gallons of water went in my face and mouth. When we got off the boat we had lunch, swam, and let the waves wash over us . When we were bringing the boat back they asked who wanted to go on it. While we were on it it died for 20 minutes. It was fun on that trip, an they plan to make it yearly which is even better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4121789502943307178?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4121789502943307178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4121789502943307178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4121789502943307178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4121789502943307178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-more-thing-about-young-womens.html' title='One More Thing About Young Womens'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-1657028192167099870</id><published>2010-08-12T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:17:47.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp Day 4</title><content type='html'>I woke up, and started gathering up my stuff. After a little bit we went down for flag ceremony. Then went to the pavilion for a breakfast of&amp;nbsp; cinnamon-rolls, orange slices, and hot chocolate. After that we gathered up our trash and headed back to camp. At camp we got our stuff from the clotheslines and packed it up. After we got all our stuff out of the tents and packed. We took down the tents folded them, and packed them away. On the way home we found out why there was screaming in the leaders tent. So this is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jamie (one of our leaders) all of a sudden felt something cold on her neck. Hoping it was her i pod she reached up and&amp;nbsp; felt the slimy, cold thing move. So she grabbed it and flung it across the tent. Then she said," There was something on my neck." Jill (another leader) thought it was just her hallucinating because of Jamie's medicine for her kidney stone said," You were just hallucinating."&lt;br /&gt;" No I wasn't." Jamie said.&lt;br /&gt;Then Shellie (another leader) said," No she wasn't something just hit me. I think it's a gummy worm"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then Shellie reached up, and the thing moved. They turned on a flashlight.&amp;nbsp; Jill and Shellie jumped and landed on Shawnee's (yet another leader) bed waking her up. Jamie joined them.It was a either a lizard or a salamander I don't remember. They talked for a bit about what to do. Then Jamie grabbed a bag and got it in there. Jamie didn't want to take a long time getting her shoes on. So Jill slipped on some shoes went out and down the road a bit then tossed it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We laughed a lot. When i got home I got my stuff from the cars, said goodbye, went in put my stuff in my room, took a shower, and then enjoyed the rest of my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-1657028192167099870?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/1657028192167099870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=1657028192167099870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1657028192167099870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1657028192167099870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/08/girls-camp-day-4.html' title='Girls Camp Day 4'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4496245253021727582</id><published>2010-08-05T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:41:27.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess</title><content type='html'>Ruth: Rachel are you a princess?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: No I'm a catatooie.&lt;br /&gt;Ruth: A what?&lt;br /&gt;Rachel: A catatooie!&lt;br /&gt;Ruth: OK. Whatever that is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4496245253021727582?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4496245253021727582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4496245253021727582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4496245253021727582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4496245253021727582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/08/princess.html' title='Princess'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-1526420060520857291</id><published>2010-08-05T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T10:36:16.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp Day 3</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TFg7_rFBa9I/AAAAAAAAEoQ/E0HUwJJjDy0/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TFg7_rFBa9I/AAAAAAAAEoQ/E0HUwJJjDy0/s320/044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We woke up, got ready, dressed in pants, and in the T-shirts we decorated the day before. After that we went to flag ceremony. Came back and home made egg-Mcmuffins. After cleanup and everything we took our showers. It felt so good to feel clean. Oh I forgot to mention we had working sinks, toilets, and showers. They weren't that disgusting at all because, each ward had a day they had to clean the bathrooms.When we got our hair brushed, and we were out of the showers. The stake leaders did our hair in some of the cutest braided ways. I had two french twists that combined together and turned into a bun. After thanking the stake leaders we had an awesome lunch. Then we learned about each other, and started a lesson on the Young Women Values. While we were learning the values it started raining harder and harder. So we went in the leaders tent. While there lightning started almost striking the ground. We split into groups and went into two cars. Me and Bonnie really needed to go the bathroom. Luckily the cars windows defrosted just in time and we were able to go before we peed our pants. When the rain started to stop we went back in the tent and continued our lesson. When we finished we got out of the tent check to see if our stuff got wet. Luckily only the tent with our clothes and stuff got wet. Then the stake called all the wards for a picture. When we got back we made a clothes line hung our stuff up, and then went to help others who's stuff got drenched. After that it was our turn to do the bathrooms. Again luckily we got to the plastic see-through gloves. I had to take out the trash. After that we went back to camp and played games, made and ate dinner,roasted s'mores and starbursts, told stories around the fire, and ate peach cobbler. That night Bailey and Harley came inside our tent for about twenty minutes. Then they went in their tent and we all went to sleep or at least tried to. We heard laughing for&amp;nbsp; the leader tent. Then a little while later woke up by screaming in the leaders tent, but soon forgot about it and went to sleep. I'll tell the story in my next blog about girls camp &lt;b&gt;day 4&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-1526420060520857291?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/1526420060520857291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=1526420060520857291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1526420060520857291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1526420060520857291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/08/girls-camp-day-3.html' title='Girls Camp Day 3'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TFg7_rFBa9I/AAAAAAAAEoQ/E0HUwJJjDy0/s72-c/044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-2372951504866951921</id><published>2010-08-02T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T09:18:17.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp Day 2</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Wednesday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TFdHhYqTT-I/AAAAAAAAEn4/HWiezH_g_Xk/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TFdHhYqTT-I/AAAAAAAAEn4/HWiezH_g_Xk/s200/025.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;beginning of hike&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; When I woke up I got dressed, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth ect. After everyone was done we went to flag ceremony and then went to the bathroom. We had breakfast at camp this time. So breakfast was French Toast. I choked on some bacon though. How it happened was that some of the bacon got caught in my airway so I couldn't breathe. So I spat all the bacon, but the piece in my airway. Then I stuck my hand in my throat grabbed the piece of bacon and flung it out. It was scary. After lunch Jamie braided our hair and we prepared for the hike. We split into groups again. Each of our ward groups had one of their leaders, ours was Jill. 1.3 miles into the hike mucus and stuff from my nose started running down the back of my stomach making not feel good at all. The camp nurse said it was called a congestion and the hike should help stop that, but other than that there's like nothing else that she knows of. So after a while of having to rest a lot I said a prayer. After that I felt way better. The as we later found out was the longest hike they had. We were all exhausted after that hike. Guess what, after the hike I have not had a congestion happen so the nurse was right and I'm glad. Then we had lunch which was so good and consisted of the same potato salad and also really good eclairs. After lunch we went back to camp rested, learned to baton wood, and played games. Sometime later we went back to the pavilion and made blankets for a hospital. When that was finished we got T-shirts to decorate. After the T shirts we did games like capture the flag and water balloon volleyball. At one point it was this iron rod thing where we had to hold to this string, we had to walk through it, and at some points we had to have help from the leaders like walk over a log. When we finished it we had to watch others do it. I felt the spirit doing it and watching others do it. Sorry it's to hard to describe it exactly, we were blindfold you see.&amp;nbsp; It was fun. Then we went back to camp for a bit then went to the amphitheater for flag ceremony, and destiny. When we got back to camp we roasted starbursts and made doughnuts. Then we got ready for bed, when we got in our tents. From the other tent we heard screaming. Turns out the tent had adopted a colony of ants while we were out. So they had to get all of the ants out before bed. In bed we told stories, jokes, had fun, and after a long time went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-2372951504866951921?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/2372951504866951921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=2372951504866951921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/2372951504866951921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/2372951504866951921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/08/girls-camp-day-2.html' title='Girls Camp Day 2'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TFdHhYqTT-I/AAAAAAAAEn4/HWiezH_g_Xk/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5307312740247643582</id><published>2010-08-02T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T12:18:49.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp Day 1</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TFb6Pw7KnRI/AAAAAAAAEmw/0lvtgsbQNOs/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TFb6Pw7KnRI/AAAAAAAAEmw/0lvtgsbQNOs/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We got at the campsite and unpacked some then we had to go to the amphitheater where there was flag ceremony, and then they talked about the rules. After that we had lunch at camp.&amp;nbsp; My lunch was peanut butter bar, peanut butter and honey sandwich, apple and water bottle. Then we learned to split wood and we played apples to apples. When it was time we went back to the pavilion and made our theme flags. Our theme was GAG. Get A Grip.&amp;nbsp; As in get a grip on the iron rod.&amp;nbsp; We stayed at the pavilion&amp;nbsp; for journal making. When we finished making our journals. We split into groups and learned different things depending on how many years you've gone to girls camp. The group I was in (the first years) learned some first aid things, like the Heimlich maneuver. After that we found our wards and went back to camp. When we got back to camp we took pictures of our flag and finished unpacking. When we finished we went to the amphitheater for flag ceremony, and then we had to go back to the pavilion and get dinner. My favorite part about the dinner was the potato salad. It was the best I've ever had. Then after dinner we had a scripture spiritual time called destiny. Back at camp we made a fire told stories and sang songs. We roasted s'mores and starburts over the fire. It was fun. All the girls had to share a tent. So that night we talked laughed and joked till about 11:00. Then the storm came it scared all the girls except me and Bonnie. It was raining really hard, are tent was leaking, everybody besides me and Harley needed to go to the bathroom. The people who went told the leaders that are tent was leaking and then went to the bathroom. So the leaders came asked where it was leaking we showed them where the leaks were. They had set up a tent for us and we had to gather our sleeping stuff and run into those two tents. Bonnie, Alex, Tanaya, and me were in one tent, and Bailey and Harley were in the other. We probably got to sleep about 12:00. The next morning we found out that the leaders put most of our stuff in their trucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5307312740247643582?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5307312740247643582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5307312740247643582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5307312740247643582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5307312740247643582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/08/girls-camp-day-1.html' title='Girls Camp Day 1'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TFb6Pw7KnRI/AAAAAAAAEmw/0lvtgsbQNOs/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-861746277309016812</id><published>2010-07-16T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T12:10:50.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Adam</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This morning Adam went up to mom with the phone and this is the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Mom, use the phone and call dad NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Adam: To see if I can play the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-861746277309016812?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/861746277309016812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=861746277309016812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/861746277309016812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/861746277309016812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/07/silly-adam.html' title='Silly Adam'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4548281429445293748</id><published>2010-07-16T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T08:04:58.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Thing About Young Womens</title><content type='html'>Well Wednesday at young womens we went to a place you can cook s'mores&amp;nbsp; at and hike. There we cooked hot dogs roasted s'mores and star-bursts and had fun me and Bonnie had fun exploring, collecting mica, playing in the river, and just having fun. After a while we played Mafia. Then some time later we had to go home it was fun though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4548281429445293748?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4548281429445293748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4548281429445293748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4548281429445293748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4548281429445293748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-thing-about-young-womens.html' title='Another Thing About Young Womens'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-2291018735409804031</id><published>2010-07-16T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T07:55:01.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capital and Josheph Smith Memorial building Trip</title><content type='html'>Tuesday we went to the Capital for the tour. We came at 11:17. Nobody was at the tour/information desk. So we waited a little bit. Some people from Afghanistan came and wanted to take pictures with us. Mom I guess was a bit shocked but said yes. So one of them came up took a picture and then the other did and then the other did. During this process I was slowly scooting behind Mom. While they were asking I got my lip-gloss out and was going to put it on and realized what was happening. So I put it away feeling awkward. After they left we found out it was on the hour, so we got our lunch from the car. Then we ate it by the rock with the carvings. Then at 12:00 we went on the tour. The capital was beautiful, and cool. Well after the Capital we went to the Joseph Smith Memorial building. There we watched a movie about Joseph Smith. After that we went home on the way home we got ice cream at Arctic Circle. Sometime after that Dad brought me and Kate to The Garden at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. There we had really good club sandwiches. Then we got totally awesome fruit smoothies. It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-2291018735409804031?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/2291018735409804031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=2291018735409804031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/2291018735409804031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/2291018735409804031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/07/capital-and-josheph-smith-memorial.html' title='Capital and Josheph Smith Memorial building Trip'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-7838642756354596220</id><published>2010-07-11T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:41:23.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside with the Dorito Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TDqNVpTNmlI/AAAAAAAAEko/82tXgFv7asU/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TDqNVpTNmlI/AAAAAAAAEko/82tXgFv7asU/s400/024.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what happened when Rachel went outside with the Dorito bag. Before we knew about the rocks Dad took a handful of chips and ended up with rocks in his mouth. So he took the rocks out of his mouth and got another handful to see if there were rocks in it. There were more rocks in that handful. So we looked more carefully into the bag, and well this is what we saw. Rachel had&amp;nbsp; apparently gone outside with the Dorito bag not to long before, so we knew why they were there. Pretty funny, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-7838642756354596220?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/7838642756354596220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=7838642756354596220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7838642756354596220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7838642756354596220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/07/outside-with-dorito-bag.html' title='Outside with the Dorito Bag'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TDqNVpTNmlI/AAAAAAAAEko/82tXgFv7asU/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-7009791157718210191</id><published>2010-07-11T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:24:09.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinus Infection (Nasal Drainage)</title><content type='html'>I've had a runny yet stuffy nose that have been causing headaches since about the begging of summer vacation. So we went to the doctor. He said I had a sinus infection (nasal drainage) and I had to take a certain pill three times a day, and drink lots of water. Also he said it's had a while to develop so I might have to take it to Girls Camp. Which I don't mind. The good thing is I found the cause and maybe the cure. I'm glad of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-7009791157718210191?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/7009791157718210191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=7009791157718210191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7009791157718210191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7009791157718210191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/07/sinus-infection-nasal-drainage.html' title='Sinus Infection (Nasal Drainage)'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-384810892435211527</id><published>2010-07-11T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:50:53.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Joey</title><content type='html'>One time Mom was making a bottle for Joey. When she got out the bottle Joey grabbed for it. She pulled away and started to pour lemonade in it. He put his mouth on it and wouldn't let her finish pouring. So I took Joe who kept reaching for it. Then Mom finished and he drank it. It was funny, and cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-384810892435211527?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/384810892435211527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=384810892435211527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/384810892435211527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/384810892435211527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/07/cute-joey.html' title='Cute Joey'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4525421913889430235</id><published>2010-07-11T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:44:24.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robertson Family Fourth of July Reunion</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Friday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On Friday we drove to grandma's for the beginning of family reunion, which was a hike, then hot dogs s'mores, and the chocolate tasting. We arrived too late for the hike, so we went straight to Grandma's house. At Grandma's house I nick-named Tela's kittens.(Tela is Grandma's cat.) There are seven kittens so it took a while. Three of the kittens are white with grayish-black ears and tails. All but one of the three have gray noses I call that one Nosy, because he&amp;nbsp; always gets into things. I called the darkest of the three Ashes, and the second to lightest Dusty. Soot is all gray and Night Streak is all black. The only girl is calico, I call her Callie. Last but not least is Socks. He is black with white spots, but why I call him Socks is because all of his paws are white. So when everyone got to Grandma's me, Kate, and Riley got on the tramp. After that we had dinner and s'mores. During that time one of the things that you cook marshmallows on&amp;nbsp; fell on Riley's foot and burnt her. When her foot felt better Uncle James bounced us on the tramp. Sometime after that we went home. We didn't do the chocolate tasting that day, but in the end we did.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Saturday was the barbecue, swimming, and water-balloon day. When I got there it was mainly hi to the kittens and off to the pool. In the pool I played with Riley and met and played with Morgan. I don't know how she's related and don't really care. When we got out we jumped on the tramp with the water-balloons. The water-balloons obviously kept popping. When all the balloons that kids weren't holding had popped we had dinner on the tramp, like Friday. After that we did fireworks. About 12:00 we left and arrived home about 1:00. Still no chocolate tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At about 5:00 we arrived at Uncle Allen's house. We ate dinner, played with Riley, and then did the talent show. I sang Nearer My God To Thee, and got a lot of comments. I don't know how, because that day my voice kept cracking. Sometime after the talent show was the CHOCOLATE TASTING!!!!!!!!:):):):)I went around the table Once then kept snitching till everyone had had some then had more. Before we left Kate took a plate and filled it over the brim with chocolate. So much that even if you were starving you couldn't eat it all. That was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Monday&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Kate puked twice. Luckily Mom took the rest of us to the pine wood derby race. I made my mouse car then jumped in the pool with Riley and Morgan. We played for hours. When we got out we jumped on the tramp again. We bounced and talked till it was time for the race. Mine ended up tied for ninth, but we were using the computer this time anyway. There were a whole bunch of weird cars. Like a sofa, a beach, melted spoon, bunny, cat, mouse, The Mystery Machine, bus, rotten banana, and other weird things. That was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Sickness&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The sickness turned out to be the flu. Johnny puked the next day. No one else in our family, but I felt like it. Later we found out Grandma and Aubrey puked. Mom thinks it was this kind of virus that can live in a place for twelve days. Oh well let's hope it doesn't come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4525421913889430235?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4525421913889430235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4525421913889430235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4525421913889430235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4525421913889430235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/07/robertson-family-fourth-of-july-reunion.html' title='Robertson Family Fourth of July Reunion'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-9072026847017751066</id><published>2010-07-02T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:11:40.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey and the Stairs</title><content type='html'>Joey likes to climb up the stairs, but he doesn't know how to climb down. So sometimes he'll just wait right at the top for someone to get him down. It's so cute. After you get him down he will sometimes just climb back up. It really is cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-9072026847017751066?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/9072026847017751066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=9072026847017751066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/9072026847017751066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/9072026847017751066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/07/joey-and-stairs.html' title='Joey and the Stairs'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-3452310850796799082</id><published>2010-06-30T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:06:11.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This happened a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;We were having a water war in the pool. While I jumped to make a cannonball Kate kicked to make a splash. When I came down my nose and mouth area hit her knee. I found out I cut open the thing that's inside at the top of your mouth that is attached to your lip area and your gums. My lip was also bleeding. Then later while I was blowing my nose I found out it was bleeding too. My lip and my nose still hurt afterwards so then I looked and found out they were both bruised. I'm alright, but that hurt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-3452310850796799082?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/3452310850796799082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=3452310850796799082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3452310850796799082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3452310850796799082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/ouch.html' title='Ouch!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-1610062226638502376</id><published>2010-06-29T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:51:14.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Thing About Young Womens</title><content type='html'>In Young Womens every three months we an extra young womens. But you can only go to it if you do two Personal Progress things per month. Plus it's always a fun activity. I think this way you get your Personal Progress done faster, and I think it inspires you to do your Personal Progress. Well I think it's a good idea. Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-1610062226638502376?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/1610062226638502376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=1610062226638502376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1610062226638502376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1610062226638502376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-thing-about-young-womens.html' title='One Thing About Young Womens'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-1168182136756966761</id><published>2010-06-29T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:36:12.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Anya</title><content type='html'>This morning Mom told me to get Joey from his bed. When I came downstairs with Joey Anya said,"JOEY!" Then came and hugged him. After that I started teaching Joey to stand and walk. Anya came up and helped me. She held on to him and showed him how to do it. It was so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-1168182136756966761?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/1168182136756966761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=1168182136756966761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1168182136756966761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1168182136756966761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/cute-anya.html' title='Cute Anya'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5529119738633087592</id><published>2010-06-28T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:50:56.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo.</title><content type='html'>The zoo here is not the greatest, but at least it's a zoo. They have more stands than there are animals, the animals are usually asleep, some things are really rude, and it has to much advertisement. The main two things I like about it are the bird show and the park. The park is huge, and the bird show's fun. With friends the zoo is definitely better. The first time we came the zoo was crowded, boring, and tiring. The second time was definitely funner. It wasn't as crowded, and more animals were awake or at least moving. Besides the downfalls it was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5529119738633087592?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5529119738633087592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5529119738633087592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5529119738633087592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5529119738633087592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/zoo.html' title='Zoo.'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-7611701248116347051</id><published>2010-06-28T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:31:38.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall Trip.</title><content type='html'>We went to the Gateway Mall with Adda, Sammy, and Rosanne a while ago. I keep getting kicked of whenever I try and write on my blog lately so it's been a while. Well first thing we did was go to the splash pad. It was huge and we had fun.Then we ate lunch and played in it some more. While the other kids went to the bathroom me and Kate went to Claire's. I got a cute butterfly mood necklace for $5 which at Claire's is cheep. Finally we went to a park my mom had seen near the mall. We went there, and there were&lt;span style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: #351c75;"&gt;NO KIDS THERE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt; There were18-20 year old people and homeless one too, but no kids. Rosanne had heard of a park in Salt Lake that people on drugs and homeless&amp;nbsp; people went there. We assumed it was that park and left. On the way the way back we saw this guy. His hair was crazy,his teeth were broken and yellow, he had one weird looking beard,pale skin, huge wild eyes, white shirt, jeans that were way to big, a thing to hold stuff like bus tickets and money, and just a scary look. He smiled then asked us if we had any string or something like that. Then when we said that we didn't he explained he'd just got out of prison and that's all they gave him. Rosanne and Mom laughed. I on the other hand just got more creeped. When we got to the mall we went to Ben and Jerry's for ice cream. It was expensive. After that we went back to the splash pad and played some more. After that we went home. It was the weirdest mall trip I've been on in my life. Oh well. It was still fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-7611701248116347051?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/7611701248116347051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=7611701248116347051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7611701248116347051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7611701248116347051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/mall-trip.html' title='Mall Trip.'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5364730549356221110</id><published>2010-06-21T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:58:53.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human</title><content type='html'>Mom overheard this conversation and told me . I thought it was funny so I'm writing it on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Adam you are just human!&lt;br /&gt;Adam (in a whiny voice): No I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5364730549356221110?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5364730549356221110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5364730549356221110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5364730549356221110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5364730549356221110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/human.html' title='Human'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-3988086501276886666</id><published>2010-06-21T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:40:36.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TB-Tjn8_ezI/AAAAAAAAEiE/_dlJ0sSeiV4/s1600/P4220074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TB-Tjn8_ezI/AAAAAAAAEiE/_dlJ0sSeiV4/s200/P4220074.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TB-TMYMuI_I/AAAAAAAAEh8/_OrsMthXrOA/s1600/P4180049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TB-TMYMuI_I/AAAAAAAAEh8/_OrsMthXrOA/s200/P4180049.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have three pets right now Boy, Black Eyed Susan, and Carrots. Boy (as you know) is our cat. Black Eyed Susan and Carrots are our bunnies. We also plan on getting a girl kitten to have kittens. Boy is the cat. Black Eyed Susan is the dark brown bunny, and Carrots is the light brown bunny.Carrots is Kate's favorite, but black Eyed Susan is mine. I was just saying for the bunnies. Boy is awesome, and guess what?! He gets along with the bunnies! It's so awesome!He'll lick them and then they'll lick him back. It's so cute. But it's hard to get a picture of. I tried but got the camera too late. Oh well. :)-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-3988086501276886666?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/3988086501276886666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=3988086501276886666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3988086501276886666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3988086501276886666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/pets.html' title='Pets'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/TB-Tjn8_ezI/AAAAAAAAEiE/_dlJ0sSeiV4/s72-c/P4220074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-8549783653491265708</id><published>2010-06-15T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:10:49.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool</title><content type='html'>We got a pool. Yesterday we played in it. I was the first one in and the last one out. It's about Rachel's size and about 10ft wide. We had a lot of fun. We played pomp and other games. It was fun. I hope to go in today too. Kate got squished when we played pomp and so did I. I tried diving in. i landed on my knees. It hurt oh well. It was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-8549783653491265708?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/8549783653491265708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=8549783653491265708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8549783653491265708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8549783653491265708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/pool.html' title='Pool'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-7734163779743213383</id><published>2010-06-11T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T08:09:23.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical program</title><content type='html'>In Lehi we had a musical program for 5th and 6th grade. Everyone who tried out got in. Our librarian was the one in charge. She made sure everyone who wanted one got a part, but first we tried out for solos and small groups. The next day we tried out for speaking and acting parts. I wasn't there though. Well I found out later that I got a solo in the song kids. I was so happy. people who didn't try out or got a part she had them try out after parts were given and assigned them some. The program was really fun. It's the Hard Knot Life, Kids, I Want it Now, and Happiness. We had a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-7734163779743213383?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/7734163779743213383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=7734163779743213383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7734163779743213383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7734163779743213383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/musical-program.html' title='Musical program'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4516647453334210174</id><published>2010-06-10T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:33:11.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Elementary Schoo!! :)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Well I am officially out of elementary school. Last Friday was the last day of school. So Kate will be a 6th grader next year, Johnny a 3rd, Adam a kindergartner, and me in Junior High. It's weird. Elementary went by fast! Kate agrees. I feel older now. Seriously!&amp;nbsp; I mean I'm not even in elementary! It's so &lt;i style="background-color: magenta; color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEIRD!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Kate agrees with me on that to. Do you know what I mean by it's weird?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;The more I came to know the world The more I knew I knew it not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4516647453334210174?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4516647453334210174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4516647453334210174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4516647453334210174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4516647453334210174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-more-elementary-schoo.html' title='No More Elementary Schoo!! :)'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4319752754350593562</id><published>2010-06-10T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:17:56.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Teeth.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Yesterday I lost two of my molars. On the same side of my mouth.One of them on the top another on the bottom. Right on top of the other. It's cool but it hurts if I eat with that side. Anyways I'm glad they came out yesterday. They were ready to come out. You can tell because&amp;nbsp; you can feel new teeth coming in. On the top you might be able to see the knew tooth. So it's pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4319752754350593562?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4319752754350593562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4319752754350593562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4319752754350593562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4319752754350593562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/lost-teeth.html' title='Lost Teeth.'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-6066305143593942678</id><published>2010-06-10T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:08:32.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Yet Fun.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Last night we had the weirdest young womens and young mens combined. There were three teams, Team 1, Team 2 and Team 3. I was on Team 2. We lost, but we had the least people on our team anyway. Okay, the goal was to run up and hit the bell before the other teams did, then answer the question. If you don't answer it or don't get it right you're team had to do the challenge. (we had probably the slowest people on our team) Well the first challenge two people from our team and another team had to come up. The people on my team who went up were me and our camp director Shalee. The goal was to dip marshmallows into the most disgusting fry sauce I have ever tasted, and drop them into&amp;nbsp; the person who was laying downs mouth. I was the unlucky laying down person, but at least we won. Another one was making words with alphabet soup. (I won that one two.) Another was to&amp;nbsp; tie a tie. (Our team lost.) One was to eat almost a whole pie without using your hands. (We had gotten the question so we didn't need to do that one, but one of our young womens leaders did. I feel sorry for her because she's pregnant.) The last one I did alone was to run into a sleeping bag and put&amp;nbsp; the clothes that were in there on top of the clothes I was wearing. Again I won that one. A funny one was the people had to eat lasagna flavored baby food. The person on our team took one bite and would not touch it again! The other person just spat it out when they declared her the winner. There were a ton. Like making a basket blindfolded,&amp;nbsp; making a puzzle the fastest, making as many baskets a possible during two minutes, and trying to find out what food was which while blind folded. When we finished we had snacks. I got two creamies.After the snack and cleanup we all went home. Do you want to know why it was so crazy?! It was crazy because the young men leaders created it. I wasn't surprised a bit to hear that afterwards. It was fun though. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-6066305143593942678?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/6066305143593942678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=6066305143593942678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6066305143593942678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6066305143593942678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/06/weird-yet-fun.html' title='Weird Yet Fun.'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-1495868406778098177</id><published>2010-05-27T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:38:02.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I am now twelve years old. We moved from the house in Lehi, and are now living in a big five bedroom house in North Salt Lake. Lizee (my new friend) and me are both going to Muiler Park next year, and are planning to be locker partners. She a Mormon and in Young Womens&amp;nbsp; too! &lt;/span&gt;People at my age seem to swear a lot. It's creepy! Oh and I can't forget, they date at my age too! Bleh!! Yuck!! It's weird being a transfer. I get totally confused so much! Young Womens here is AWESOME! The first activity I went to was kickball. We also do fun personal progress things. At school we're doing a kickball tournament. The team I'm on, Roberts 1 is undefeated! Yes! Tomorrow there's this kickball game and I think the winner's going to verse us for the championship! Isn't that just totally awesome!!So that's some of the things that are happening now,and I think I'm going to stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-1495868406778098177?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/1495868406778098177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=1495868406778098177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1495868406778098177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1495868406778098177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/05/now.html' title='Now.'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-6551995266710710975</id><published>2010-02-22T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:31:29.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith in God Booklet</title><content type='html'>How I can serve the Lord as I stand for truth and righteousness is by, reading my scriptures every day, being kind even to people who are mean to me, helping others, paying my tithing, standing up for what I know is true, obeying the prophets, and obeying the comandments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-6551995266710710975?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/6551995266710710975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=6551995266710710975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6551995266710710975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6551995266710710975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2010/02/faith-in-god-booklet.html' title='Faith in God Booklet'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-1770441454326888867</id><published>2009-11-02T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T17:53:20.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candyween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Su-FRUkUHzI/AAAAAAAAEFg/taYs8X1vOq8/s1600-h/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Su-FRUkUHzI/AAAAAAAAEFg/taYs8X1vOq8/s200/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Su-FJ3X2HXI/AAAAAAAAEFY/1cEKTRKdSTU/s1600-h/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Su-FJ3X2HXI/AAAAAAAAEFY/1cEKTRKdSTU/s200/029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Halloween when we went trick-or-treating, we went only to most of the town-houses, and about 4-7 houses. Guess what? (think "what") We got over 5 over-flowing bowls of candy! Plus bags more! It was awesome! This year I was Lucy, Kate was a Japanese girl, Johnny was a ninja, Adam was also a ninja, Rachel was a cat, Anya was a ballerina, and Joseph was Tiger. We had an awesome Halloween this year. At one house this guy slowly opened the door (mist came out). Then his hand slowly came out. All of a sudden he jumped out almost on top of me. Some little kids screamed. Ion the other hand said, "Trick-or-treat?" At our neighbors house when you knocked the dad would open the door push the candy bowl out and tried to grab you ( without his looking of course)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-1770441454326888867?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/1770441454326888867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=1770441454326888867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1770441454326888867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1770441454326888867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/11/candyween.html' title='Candyween'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Su-FRUkUHzI/AAAAAAAAEFg/taYs8X1vOq8/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-7838279392622428566</id><published>2009-10-21T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:48:56.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Omelets</title><content type='html'>Tonight we had omelets for dinner and Kate actually ate &lt;i style="background-color: black; color: lime;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whole pieces of omelet, and liked it! Can you believe it!I mean she never eats eggs!! I just see that and have to laugh! I mean an&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #cc0000;"&gt;OMELET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; an &lt;b style="background-color: #20124d; color: #fff2cc;"&gt;ACTUAL&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="background-color: #6fa8dc; color: #741b47;"&gt;OMELET!&lt;/b&gt; Plus Kate just asked, "So what's the big deal about an omelet that tasted good?" "What," she asks. A simply answered question. She has &lt;b style="background-color: #e69138; color: #cc0000;"&gt;NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e69138; color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;eaten an omelet and liked it!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's amazing!!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm going to freak out now! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;-Ba bye now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-7838279392622428566?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/7838279392622428566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=7838279392622428566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7838279392622428566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7838279392622428566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/10/omelets.html' title='Omelets'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-8500226234653411830</id><published>2009-10-21T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:03:27.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holloween Ideas</title><content type='html'>here are some ideas &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;-cut a hole in a vegetable (like a carrot) and keep doing that keep doing the process(until you think you have enough for trick-or-treaters. Then put something like a tootsie-roll inside and hand out to the trick-or-treaters&lt;br /&gt;-compose a scary song&lt;br /&gt;-send only your kids too the trunk-or-treat and then use that candy on Halloween (or eat it)&lt;br /&gt;-dress up as a saleman&lt;br /&gt;-make a hole in the candy bowl and when trick-or-treaters put they're hand in you put in your's and grab them&lt;br /&gt;-get in pajamas and when trick-or-treater's knock pretend to get mad at them and then say you're&amp;nbsp; joking and hand them some candy&lt;br /&gt;-make a lot of noise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-8500226234653411830?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/8500226234653411830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=8500226234653411830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8500226234653411830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8500226234653411830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/10/holloween-ideas.html' title='Holloween Ideas'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-2543160470783114341</id><published>2009-10-21T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T13:53:07.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soda POP!</title><content type='html'>Today while on the bus a girl gave Angel an open Soda pop.Victor wanted it so they fought over it. Neither won, instead the soda exploded and mainly landed on my seat. Luckily I moved just in time. None of it hit Kate. Some hit my sock and a little of my backpack. After the boys got off Kate told the bus-driver. We laughed all the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-2543160470783114341?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/2543160470783114341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=2543160470783114341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/2543160470783114341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/2543160470783114341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/10/soda-pop.html' title='Soda POP!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-703488633293087815</id><published>2009-10-19T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:05:40.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring</title><content type='html'>Today Rachel was messing with one of Kate's diamond flower rings.I got it and was going to give it to Kate when Johnny asked,&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: "Can I have That?"&lt;br /&gt;Ruth: "No. It's Kate's."&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: "Please????"&lt;br /&gt;Ruth: "Oh do you want to ask some girl to marry you. Or to ask her to date you."&lt;br /&gt;Johnny:"Adam let's go."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-703488633293087815?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/703488633293087815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=703488633293087815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/703488633293087815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/703488633293087815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/10/ring.html' title='Ring'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-1692150066104808273</id><published>2009-10-19T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:20:19.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves Leaves Everywhere!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I was playing in the leaves at school with my friends.Then later today I found one (you'll never guess where) in my&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: purple;"&gt;u&lt;span style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You may freak out (or laugh) now.Yep there are &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #cc0000;"&gt;leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #ffe599;"&gt;leave&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;everywhere!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-1692150066104808273?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/1692150066104808273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=1692150066104808273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1692150066104808273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1692150066104808273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/10/leaves-leaves-everywhere.html' title='Leaves Leaves Everywhere!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5778247912108857650</id><published>2009-10-17T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T09:17:27.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasp Sting</title><content type='html'>During family scriptures Adam started crying and saying his head hurt. Adam hadn't bonked. A few minutes later Kate step on a dead wasp. We asked Adam if he had gotten stung. He said he hadn't, but Adam apparently had put his head on the floor. Then he had gotten stung by the wasp. He kept on saying he didn't and he had just put his head on the floor. (more like on the wasp) So his argument about if the wasp stung him actually led to our knowing it did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5778247912108857650?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5778247912108857650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5778247912108857650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5778247912108857650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5778247912108857650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/10/wasp-sting.html' title='Wasp Sting'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5501331872302566189</id><published>2009-10-11T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:20:53.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up and Do Something More Than Sleeping in to 8</title><content type='html'>This morning Adam came into my room and said, "WAKE UP!" I replied by saying, "People can sleep in, Adam." Adam answered in saying, "No you can't, because Jesus is telling you to." I thought that was funny so I wrote it on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5501331872302566189?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5501331872302566189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5501331872302566189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5501331872302566189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5501331872302566189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/10/wake-up-and-do-something-more-than.html' title='Wake Up and Do Something More Than Sleeping in to 8'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-8913093584994753427</id><published>2009-10-11T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:04:53.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the MASTER of the HOUSE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Ssi2ThsrgtI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/DhHt5uwR4nQ/s1600-h/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Ssi2ThsrgtI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/DhHt5uwR4nQ/s200/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Ssi3zBgPPSI/AAAAAAAAD9g/6Ny4MpQryDM/s1600-h/john20051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Ssi3zBgPPSI/AAAAAAAAD9g/6Ny4MpQryDM/s200/john20051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; V.S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yesterday while I was making cocoa for me, Adam, Rachel, and Anya. Adam came up to me and said, "Make me cocoa!" I told him I was, and he said, " I want a big cup, because &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am the master &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;of this house&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!" I replied, "Adam you are not the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;master&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; of this&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; house&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Dad is."&amp;nbsp; "No, I am &lt;b&gt;THE MASTER OF THIS HOUSE&lt;/b&gt;, and I don't want a sip-pi cup!" "No, Dad is the master of this&amp;nbsp; house, Adam.," Mom was coming up the stairs,"Mom isn't Dad the master of this house?" "Yes, he is," Mom said. "&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; he's &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;, because I'm the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;master&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of this &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;house&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,"Adam yelled. I told mom I was going to write this on my blog, and well here it is. "&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-8913093584994753427?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/8913093584994753427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=8913093584994753427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8913093584994753427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8913093584994753427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/10/whos-master-of-house.html' title='Who&apos;s the MASTER of the HOUSE?'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Ssi2ThsrgtI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/DhHt5uwR4nQ/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4736129503090395123</id><published>2009-09-10T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:23:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reapeat</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and Rachel and Anya's room's door closed I went to see who was there . No one was there and then the bathroom door closed. (Rachel's room and the bathroom are connected, and the bathroom also connects to the hallway. ) So I went to see who was at the bathroom door. Again no one was there. Then Rachel's room door closed. I looked.No one was there. I thought,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Some one is seriously messing with me.!"&lt;/span&gt; The bathroom door closed I opened it. No one was there. So I held both doors open. When no one came the truth struck me. No one was closing the doors, they just closed themselves. I had to tell everyone and write it on my blog. (everyone I told laughed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4736129503090395123?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4736129503090395123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4736129503090395123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4736129503090395123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4736129503090395123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/09/reapeat.html' title='Reapeat'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-1323540722747604870</id><published>2009-09-08T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:04:43.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    Home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>School&lt;br /&gt;This year I made a lot of friends. My teacher is awesome, and sometimes she gives us free candy! I have a friend that's already been to my house for dinner, and I've been to hers. Almost all the girls in my class are my friends. Homework is easy. Get this, a lot of the girls play tag, and the play ground is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Home&lt;br /&gt;Our house is nice. If you cross two streets then your at the church. Open the backyard gate and your at the park. Cross the highway and drive a little then your at the school. It is nice here. Even the neighborhood. Thanksgiving point is awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-1323540722747604870?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/1323540722747604870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=1323540722747604870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1323540722747604870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/1323540722747604870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/09/school-home.html' title='School!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!    Home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-6029477568279118160</id><published>2009-08-12T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:35:28.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up ALL Night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We were all going to sleep when Rachel and Adam jumped in our bed and started attacking us! It was CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It kept on going on and on, but finally I got into Adam and Rachel's bed. So I was starting to fall asleep and then Adam came and attacked me! It kept on repeating all night until  Mom came and saved the day! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   P.S. This story happened last night and it was way worse than is here! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TRUE STORY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-6029477568279118160?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/6029477568279118160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=6029477568279118160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6029477568279118160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6029477568279118160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-all-night.html' title='Up ALL Night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5383893743497513271</id><published>2009-08-08T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:10:57.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sn3MHIpc4MI/AAAAAAAAD3c/FSSDEdAkrvw/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sn3MHIpc4MI/AAAAAAAAD3c/FSSDEdAkrvw/s200/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367670753847992514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made a fort, but  we use it as a club. You have to  wear a hat with leaves when we do the club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sn3MGVz2-XI/AAAAAAAAD3U/ilewR8onCYY/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sn3MGVz2-XI/AAAAAAAAD3U/ilewR8onCYY/s200/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367670740201437554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       It's very fun. And we are proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sn3MF9tcuAI/AAAAAAAAD3M/uZVmy2306gY/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sn3MF9tcuAI/AAAAAAAAD3M/uZVmy2306gY/s200/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367670733732100098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                  Johnny made a hat out of paper and a tree branch. That is not a bush!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sn3MFeAOuxI/AAAAAAAAD3E/TgoggVDBr3c/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sn3MFeAOuxI/AAAAAAAAD3E/TgoggVDBr3c/s200/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367670725220940562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 What do you think of it???????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5383893743497513271?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5383893743497513271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5383893743497513271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5383893743497513271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5383893743497513271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-made-fort-but-we-use-it-as-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sn3MHIpc4MI/AAAAAAAAD3c/FSSDEdAkrvw/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-8244242109283255338</id><published>2009-08-01T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:40:00.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel's song.</title><content type='html'>One night I was in the car and I heard Rachel sing, "And then the prince will carry the princess while see dies." It was so funny.  I told mom later that night. She thought it was funny too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-8244242109283255338?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/8244242109283255338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=8244242109283255338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8244242109283255338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8244242109283255338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/08/rachels-song.html' title='Rachel&apos;s song.'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-8782112853288927457</id><published>2009-08-01T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:35:03.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aching Cheek</title><content type='html'>We went to this very awesome park and were playing tag. The bad thing is that there are a ton of low bars. Well, while I was running. I saw Dad and Kate who were both tagging each other back and forth. So I was making my escape when Dad saw me and said, "Look out!" I looked the other way hit a bar on my face and went flying on my to my whole back side. Kate and Dad came over and asked me if I was okay. I said I was, and they helped me up. They told everyone else and we went home. I still have bruises all over especially on my Cheek and nose. I'm glad I turned my head all the way otherwise I would have broken my nose and that would have been wore. What do you think? Anyways I'm okay now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-8782112853288927457?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/8782112853288927457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=8782112853288927457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8782112853288927457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8782112853288927457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-aching-cheek.html' title='My Aching Cheek'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-131362420919680650</id><published>2009-07-23T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:42:18.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SmifbsYOhqI/AAAAAAAADwA/nGqUYkC6cAo/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 175px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SmifbsYOhqI/AAAAAAAADwA/nGqUYkC6cAo/s400/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361710654502635170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had Joseph Caleb Robertson not to long ago. I know he got the pardon nose. he's so cute too.So far the only unpleasant times with him are when he,&lt;br /&gt;1. we were changing his diaper and he peed on my hand .&lt;br /&gt;2. when I was holding him and he leaked onto my pants. I had to change.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise he's been an angel. And I took that picture. Here's a good thing. Anya loves him and she isn't jealous. In fact she loves him too much. She won't let anyone else hold him else she'll scream. Isn't that funny?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-131362420919680650?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/131362420919680650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=131362420919680650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/131362420919680650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/131362420919680650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/07/joey.html' title='Joey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SmifbsYOhqI/AAAAAAAADwA/nGqUYkC6cAo/s72-c/058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-998258373628163619</id><published>2009-07-23T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:24:14.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me buy...</title><content type='html'>One night when Rachel was saying the family prayer she said, "Help me buy a castle, and princess clothes, and princess toy". I just had to laugh. It was so funny and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Also she said, "For my birthday I want a castle to live in, to fly like a bird, and $3.00." We were all like, "I'll help pitch in for the$3.00."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-998258373628163619?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/998258373628163619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=998258373628163619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/998258373628163619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/998258373628163619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/07/help-me-buy.html' title='Help me buy...'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-7913118527547207606</id><published>2009-05-13T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:54:02.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anya, the baby lambs, and goats!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sgtb2K9ErGI/AAAAAAAADow/QVTHSmCNJ9U/s1600-h/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sgtb2K9ErGI/AAAAAAAADow/QVTHSmCNJ9U/s200/195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335459169762061410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got to the baby lambs and goats Anya went crazy. She headed for every baby  she saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sgtb2PGa9pI/AAAAAAAADoo/eOdMqtIPBRY/s1600-h/185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sgtb2PGa9pI/AAAAAAAADoo/eOdMqtIPBRY/s200/185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335459170875012754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                It was sooo cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sgtb1hl8eUI/AAAAAAAADog/DpGMXgmY_kM/s1600-h/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sgtb1hl8eUI/AAAAAAAADog/DpGMXgmY_kM/s200/204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335459158659201346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          It was really funny when she chased them. Like in the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sgtb1TriSiI/AAAAAAAADoY/m7A67qE7tAU/s1600-h/188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sgtb1TriSiI/AAAAAAAADoY/m7A67qE7tAU/s200/188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335459154924554786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   She loved those baby lambs and goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sgtb1OvdaMI/AAAAAAAADoQ/6JJ4m-gXiHg/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sgtb1OvdaMI/AAAAAAAADoQ/6JJ4m-gXiHg/s200/183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335459153598834882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           I'd love to go to the zoo and watch her pet and chase those  baby lambs and goats again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-7913118527547207606?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/7913118527547207606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=7913118527547207606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7913118527547207606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7913118527547207606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/05/anya-baby-lambs-and-goats.html' title='Anya, the baby lambs, and goats!!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sgtb2K9ErGI/AAAAAAAADow/QVTHSmCNJ9U/s72-c/195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-545224788468801042</id><published>2009-05-13T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:42:49.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We went to the zoo last Saturday. It was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You see that swan It's protecting it's mate. And there were some baby geese too. I got a close up shot! How cool is that!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SgtZmFWN3CI/AAAAAAAADn4/BIZJ47ENxHU/s1600-h/257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SgtZmFWN3CI/AAAAAAAADn4/BIZJ47ENxHU/s200/257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335456694355745826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SgtZl_2H5gI/AAAAAAAADnw/pTjw9I7a4n0/s1600-h/242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SgtZl_2H5gI/AAAAAAAADnw/pTjw9I7a4n0/s200/242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335456692878960130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SgtZlm0rlyI/AAAAAAAADno/3PA4E3karEY/s1600-h/164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SgtYSSpxcuI/AAAAAAAADnQ/p0_1uzCeGMc/s200/215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335455254818419426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SgtYSOyz_PI/AAAAAAAADnI/GQy2_QVHpy8/s1600-h/225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SgtYSOyz_PI/AAAAAAAADnI/GQy2_QVHpy8/s200/225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335455253782592754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SgtYR8Eoj2I/AAAAAAAADnA/HNzurnjEzGI/s1600-h/165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SgtYR8Eoj2I/AAAAAAAADnA/HNzurnjEzGI/s200/165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335455248757067618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-545224788468801042?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/545224788468801042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=545224788468801042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/545224788468801042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/545224788468801042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoo.html' title='Zoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SgtZmFWN3CI/AAAAAAAADn4/BIZJ47ENxHU/s72-c/257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-6771078998148618834</id><published>2009-03-23T15:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:58:24.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgPKvD9srI/AAAAAAAADYg/PAkjlmYkpW8/s1600-h/100_6347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgPKvD9srI/AAAAAAAADYg/PAkjlmYkpW8/s200/100_6347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316516037217071794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               Yesterday was my birthday so after church we went to the prickly park and had blackened salmon for dinner. The cake was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gooooooooood&lt;/span&gt;. It was 2 layered devil's food cake with chocolate frosting and chocolate  ice cream. I would of had seconds but I was too full. The first present I opened was Johnny's. His present was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dragonfly&lt;/span&gt; littlest pet shop.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool!&lt;/span&gt; Second present I opened was Kate's. She gave me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bunny&lt;/span&gt; littlest pet shop. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet!  &lt;/span&gt;Mom and Dad got me a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; $50&lt;/span&gt; gift so I was excited to open that one. So were Mom and Dad.  When I opened it I couldn't believe my eyes. It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heeley's&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;  I had heeley's before but I grew out of them. Now I can heeley again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgPKUZjVxI/AAAAAAAADYY/sYXQ1va-9CM/s1600-h/100_6325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgPKUZjVxI/AAAAAAAADYY/sYXQ1va-9CM/s200/100_6325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316516030059861778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-6771078998148618834?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/6771078998148618834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=6771078998148618834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6771078998148618834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6771078998148618834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgPKvD9srI/AAAAAAAADYg/PAkjlmYkpW8/s72-c/100_6347.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5650440094005236111</id><published>2009-03-23T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:35:03.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Prickly Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgLVgLoUZI/AAAAAAAADYQ/a3TIpsrinjs/s1600-h/100_6216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgLVgLoUZI/AAAAAAAADYQ/a3TIpsrinjs/s200/100_6216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316511824154743186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the prickly park Sunday. It was fun. Me and Kate put flowers in our buns. Johnny and Adam got huge sticks and fought with them. Me and Kate also went exploring around the park. It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgLVF8BXDI/AAAAAAAADYI/rtzJhQJsxG8/s1600-h/100_6249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgLVF8BXDI/AAAAAAAADYI/rtzJhQJsxG8/s200/100_6249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316511817109953586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgLUp3ZCrI/AAAAAAAADYA/oYDlo2cElFQ/s1600-h/100_6180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgLUp3ZCrI/AAAAAAAADYA/oYDlo2cElFQ/s200/100_6180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316511809574341298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgLUfF8yYI/AAAAAAAADX4/0o7cjuP3iVI/s1600-h/100_6232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgLUfF8yYI/AAAAAAAADX4/0o7cjuP3iVI/s200/100_6232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316511806682614146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played Pooh Sticks. The first time I won. The second time mine wouldn't even move!  Everything went well until when we were leaving. I spied some dog poop and dad was right in front of it. So I yelled, "Dad watch out! Your about to step in dog..." I never got to finish the sentence cause just then he stepped in it. "I warned you," I said. Then we went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5650440094005236111?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5650440094005236111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5650440094005236111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5650440094005236111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5650440094005236111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/03/prickly-park.html' title='the Prickly Park'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/ScgLVgLoUZI/AAAAAAAADYQ/a3TIpsrinjs/s72-c/100_6216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5182335345931494004</id><published>2009-03-22T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T07:52:39.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirt Soup</title><content type='html'>Johnny always ate his shirts, but never his food. So one night when we were having something new for dinner, we decided to make Johnny shirt soup.    &lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;                 First we got one of his shirts he bit a whole out of. Next we cut out the words, and then we cut it up and boiled it in hot water. Then we put in a potato and some dried onion. Next we stirred it up. Finally it was ready to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               When  Johnny got it he hesitated. Then he tried it.  He thought it was disgusting.  Well to bad he didn't like it, but he learned an important lesson.                                                                                                              &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T EAT YOUR SHIRTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh,  and listen to your moms.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5182335345931494004?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5182335345931494004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5182335345931494004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5182335345931494004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5182335345931494004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/03/shirt-soup.html' title='Shirt Soup'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5785754301851313461</id><published>2009-03-04T16:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:04:31.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nodder One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sa8goS1gGiI/AAAAAAAADWQ/g4hu9BbZPvk/s1600-h/100_5919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sa8goS1gGiI/AAAAAAAADWQ/g4hu9BbZPvk/s400/100_5919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309498362316200482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel always says "Nodder one!" Let me tell you, it drives me crazy! And she won't stop until you give her what she wants, and she always does it if you have food. For some foods she won't even eat them. Instead she'll play with them! Like tonight while I'm  writing this and eating goldfish. She just comes up and asks, "Can I av one?" So I give her some. Then she says, "Nodder one!" So I give her another. And then she asked again. So I gave her some until she left. Now I'm frusterated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5785754301851313461?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5785754301851313461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5785754301851313461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5785754301851313461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5785754301851313461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/03/nodder-one.html' title='Nodder One'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/Sa8goS1gGiI/AAAAAAAADWQ/g4hu9BbZPvk/s72-c/100_5919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-6953266003216375827</id><published>2009-01-14T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:49:20.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Slime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SW5oNj56atI/AAAAAAAADLc/DgvxMUlQQG0/s1600-h/100_4999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SW5oNj56atI/AAAAAAAADLc/DgvxMUlQQG0/s400/100_4999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291281194392644306" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;My grandpa always talks about giving me and my siblings big juicy green slimy kisses. Well one day we went to the zoo and one of gorillas was licking the glass. And guess what the slime the gorilla made was green.  The next time I saw my grandpa I told him I saw green slime. I don't  think he thought  it was real so I told him the story and proved him wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-6953266003216375827?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/6953266003216375827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=6953266003216375827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6953266003216375827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6953266003216375827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2009/01/green-slime.html' title='Green Slime'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SW5oNj56atI/AAAAAAAADLc/DgvxMUlQQG0/s72-c/100_4999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5632536156665892058</id><published>2008-12-15T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:56:54.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'M NOT CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SUb8WaszBwI/AAAAAAAADIU/kwtb2vn90NI/s1600-h/100_5502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SUb8WaszBwI/AAAAAAAADIU/kwtb2vn90NI/s400/100_5502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280185075193022210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Tonight I went up to Adam hugged him and said," Your so cute!" He yelled in a angry and annoyed voice,"I'M NOT CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Isn't he so cute!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5632536156665892058?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5632536156665892058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5632536156665892058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5632536156665892058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5632536156665892058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-cute.html' title='&quot;I&apos;M NOT CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SUb8WaszBwI/AAAAAAAADIU/kwtb2vn90NI/s72-c/100_5502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-5119478005172792720</id><published>2008-12-06T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:28:15.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Orchestra Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/STqzoNIYBPI/AAAAAAAACQU/QhOaIr2e7Qg/s1600-h/100_5453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/STqzoNIYBPI/AAAAAAAACQU/QhOaIr2e7Qg/s200/100_5453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276727416718886130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/STqznsEgYXI/AAAAAAAACQM/X8Y2GPRPwyc/s1600-h/100_5449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/STqznsEgYXI/AAAAAAAACQM/X8Y2GPRPwyc/s200/100_5449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276727407844286834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do orchestra and I play the violin. (In the first picture you see you can tell I'm in the very back. The second picture you can only see Adam. The first picture Kate or my Dad took. The one with Adam Adam took.) The program worked out great and I didn't mess up.  It went very well. At the end we all stood up took a bow and  went to our families. Our program/play was called, Aunt  Roddie. I had a good time but after the program my arm hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-5119478005172792720?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/5119478005172792720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=5119478005172792720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5119478005172792720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/5119478005172792720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-orchestra-program.html' title='My Orchestra Program'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/STqzoNIYBPI/AAAAAAAACQU/QhOaIr2e7Qg/s72-c/100_5453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-8898229994010945270</id><published>2008-11-29T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:19:26.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't think anyone knew but I love to play football at recess. Don't get me wrong. I think it's fun.I'm actually am good at it. Some boys don't like  girls playing it. They don' t give us girls a chance. I was the first girl to try. Then others joined. Now most boys trust us girls. Especially the boys who were and are in my 4th and 5th grade classes. I LOVE FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-8898229994010945270?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/8898229994010945270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=8898229994010945270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8898229994010945270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/8898229994010945270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2008/11/football.html' title='FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-3501865393473861351</id><published>2008-11-29T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:02:13.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Light, Ruth Light</title><content type='html'>We were stuck at a red light. Moments away from our house. Suddenly Mom said something like,"Red light turn green."  Than Adam yelled," You stupid red light turn green." So for no purpose Johnny said to me," You stupid Ruth light turn Ruth!" I got him in trouble then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-3501865393473861351?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/3501865393473861351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=3501865393473861351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3501865393473861351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3501865393473861351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-light-ruth-light.html' title='Red Light, Ruth Light'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-4932077736647574249</id><published>2008-11-16T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T12:56:36.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Time!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Every year at our school we have a program and I've always had a special part. I also have one this year too. Two years I had a speaking part and last year I had a singing part. What do you think I have this year? You've probably guessed it. A speaking part! For the third year! Isn't that funny?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-4932077736647574249?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/4932077736647574249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=4932077736647574249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4932077736647574249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/4932077736647574249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-time.html' title='Another Time!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-7098628926632231767</id><published>2008-07-31T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:12:26.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worlds of Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SJJ63ZXBSGI/AAAAAAAACHk/h5WQcPxfvq4/s1600-h/100_4736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SJJ63ZXBSGI/AAAAAAAACHk/h5WQcPxfvq4/s400/100_4736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This is the detonator not as scary  it really looks or as high as it realy is. I was like let's do that again like after every ride and Kate was like no not again after almost every ride. Me and Kate went on the Mamba, Timber wolf(Kate didn't go on the Timber Wolf because of the other roller coasters) , Cyclone Sam's, Bumper cars, Boomorang, Finish Fling, and the Detonator. You see the Detonator in these pictures look at Kate's face!!!... Ha Ha Ha!  I got scared during the Mamba, Timber Wolf, Boomorang, and a tiny bit on the Detonator. Kate got scared and is scared of the Mamba, Boomorang,  and Detonator.Kate liked to ride the Mamba but she had night mares about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SJJ63hOn1KI/AAAAAAAACHs/NDvZbaaJh44/s1600-h/100_4737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SJJ63hOn1KI/AAAAAAAACHs/NDvZbaaJh44/s400/100_4737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The Timber Wolf is a normal roller coaster. The Boomorang starts by going a little bakwards then it shoots of forwards you would think it would turn but it suddenly stops and shoot off bakwards(Kate hated it!). The Maba goes up a 205foot steep hill then it suddenly it drops and it keeps on doing that until it suddenly turns then it does little ups and downs(can you beleive Mom went on it I meen Mom my Mom I wasn't suprised she got scared). The Detonator goes up and down up and down. Finish Fling spins and spins and spins(it wouldn't make you sick)then suddenly the floor drops but you cann't move. Cyclone Sam's you go side to side while going up.  In Bumper cars you bump everyone. I love Kates face it was actualy paler and she was more queazy. By the way I'm the closest peson on the right edge on the detonator and Kate was in the middle of the right side on the detonator we were on the one farthist in the picture.  We were on the side I'm not in the bottom picture I'm the one with pinkish red shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SJJ636vtLoI/AAAAAAAACH0/tFimlrwYQNQ/s1600-h/100_4740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SJJ636vtLoI/AAAAAAAACH0/tFimlrwYQNQ/s400/100_4740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-7098628926632231767?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/7098628926632231767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=7098628926632231767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7098628926632231767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/7098628926632231767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2008/07/worlds-of-fun.html' title='Worlds of Fun'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SJJ63ZXBSGI/AAAAAAAACHk/h5WQcPxfvq4/s72-c/100_4736.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-6849678380215198245</id><published>2008-07-23T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:12:27.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bouquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SIf4w7qrmwI/AAAAAAAACGY/Rfr1m6VQouo/s1600-h/100_4699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SIf4w7qrmwI/AAAAAAAACGY/Rfr1m6VQouo/s400/100_4699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I picked these flowers  and made them into a bouquet for the table. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SIf4wwUN1_I/AAAAAAAACGg/gieFtTF3seE/s1600-h/100_4701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SIf4wwUN1_I/AAAAAAAACGg/gieFtTF3seE/s400/100_4701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-6849678380215198245?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/6849678380215198245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=6849678380215198245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6849678380215198245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/6849678380215198245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_23.html' title='My Bouquet'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KDmwVRpib4/SIf4w7qrmwI/AAAAAAAACGY/Rfr1m6VQouo/s72-c/100_4699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-706051432756063341.post-3640331125973390461</id><published>2008-07-15T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:58:21.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Flip</title><content type='html'>Today I thought the pool looked all green and gross. Kate thought Come swimming Ruth please????!!!!!!! Kate begged and begged and begged. Then I told Kate about rat tails(a wet  cloth whip) and we had some whipping fun. A little bit latter I finally decided to go in the pool. Kate was delighted. So we had some fun in the pool. Until Kate suddenly said she was freezing cold. I believed her. So I begged her. So we played. I  kept on going on until (haloluya to Kate and drat for me) Dad and came told us to come to dinner!  &lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                            I wish Kate stayed wanting to stay and play in the pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/706051432756063341-3640331125973390461?l=ruthrobertson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/feeds/3640331125973390461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=706051432756063341&amp;postID=3640331125973390461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3640331125973390461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/706051432756063341/posts/default/3640331125973390461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruthrobertson.blogspot.com/2008/07/swim-flip.html' title='Swim Flip'/><author><name>Diane</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YX4C57Bpma4/TbMIxGw0iAI/AAAAAAAAFfE/_bESQ-q-D-I/s220/DSCN2971.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
